and his
countenance
changed
into
brass.
“Well!
That —hath
had its
time! My
suffering
and my
fellow-suffering—what
matter
about
them! Do I
then
strive
after
happiness?
I strive
after my
work !
Well! The
lion hath
come, my
children
are nigh,
Zarathustra
hath grown
ripe, mine
hour hath
come:—
This is my
morning,
my day
beginneth:
arise now,
arise,
thou great
noon-
tide!”—
Thus spake
Zarathustra
and left
his cave,
glowing
and
strong,
like a
morning
