As on the day that lent you to the world

The sun stood still to greet the planets' chorus,

Forthwith and ever on you grew and flowered

According to the law by which you came.

So must you be, yourself you cannot flee,

So spoke the Sibyls and the Prophets true;

No time, no power can break in pieces and scatter

The minted form that living does unfold.

J.W. von Goethe