HEINRICH HEINE - Repositories

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festive halls of philosophy, I have participated
in all the orgies of the intellect,
I have coquetted with every possible
system, without being satisfied, like
Messalina after a riotous night; and
now, after all this, I suddenly find myself
on the same platform whereon
stands Uncle Tom, That platform is
the Bible, and I kneel by the side of my
dusky brother in faith with the same
devotion. What humiliation! With
all my learning, I have got no further
than the poor ignorant negro who can
hardly spell! It is even true that poor
Uncle Tom appears to see in the holy
book more profound things than I, who
am not yet quite clear, especially in regard
to the second part.
THE PINE-TREE,
A Pine-Tree standeth lonely
In the North on an upland bare ;
It standeth whitely shrouded
With snow, and sleepeth there.
It dreameth of a Palm Tree
Which far in the East alone,
In mournful silence standeth
On its ridge of burning stone.