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Then said the Lord: 〃This glass to praise;

Fill with red wine from Portugal!〃

The graybeard with trembling hand obeys;

A purple light shines over all;

It beams from the Luck of Edenhall。



Then speaks the Lord; and waves it light:

〃This glass of flashing crystal tall

Gave to my sires the Fountain…Sprite;

She wrote in it; If this glass doth fall;

Farewell then; O Luck of Edenhall!



〃'T was right a goblet the Fate should be

Of the joyous race of Edenhall!

Deep draughts drink we right willingly:

And willingly ring; with merry call;

Kling! klang! to the Luck of Edenhall!〃



First rings it deep; and full; and mild;

Like to the song of a nightingale

Then like the roar of a torrent wild;

Then mutters at last like the thunder's fall;

The glorious Luck of Edenhall。



〃For its keeper takes a race of might;

The fragile goblet of crystal tall;

It has lasted longer than is right;

King! klang!with a harder blow than all

Will I try the Luck of Edenhall!〃



As the goblet ringing flies apart;

Suddenly cracks the vaulted hall;

And through the rift; the wild flames start;

The guests in dust are scattered all;

With the breaking Luck of Edenhall!



In storms the foe; with fire and sword;

He in the night had scaled the wall;

Slain by the sword lies the youthful Lord;

But holds in his hand the crystal tall;

The shattered Luck of Edenhall。



On the morrow the butler gropes alone;

The graybeard in the desert hall;

He seeks his Lord's burnt skeleton;

He seeks in the dismal ruin's fall

The shards of the Luck of Edenhall。



〃The stone wall;〃 saith he; 〃doth fall aside;

Down must the stately columns fall;

Glass is this earth's Luck and Pride;

In atoms shall fall this earthly ball

One day like the Luck of Edenhall!〃







THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR



BY GUSTAV PFIZER



A youth; light…hearted and content;

  I wander through the world

Here; Arab…like; is pitched my tent

  And straight again is furled。



Yet oft I dream; that once a wife

  Close in my heart was locked;

And in the sweet repose of life

  A blessed child I rocked。



I wake! Away that dream;away!

  Too long did it remain!

So long; that both by night and day

  It ever comes again。



The end lies ever in my thought;

  To a grave so cold and deep

The mother beautiful was brought;

  Then dropt the child asleep。



But now the dream is wholly o'er;

  I bathe mine eyes and see;

And wander through the world once more;

  A youth so light and free。



Two locksand they are wondrous fair

  Left me that vision mild;

The brown is from the mother's hair;

  The blond is from the child。



And when I see that lock of gold;

  Pale grows the evening…red;

And when the dark lock I behold;

  I wish that I were dead。







THE HEMLOCK TREE。



O hemlock tree!  O hemlock tree! how faithful are thy branches!

    Green not alone in summer time;

    But in the winter's frost and rime!

O hemlock tree!  O hemlock tree! how faithful are thy branches!



O maiden fair!  O maiden fair! how faithless is thy bosom!

    To love me in prosperity;

    And leave me in adversity!

O maiden fair!  O maiden fair! how faithless is thy bosom!



The nightingale; the nightingale; thou tak'st for thine example!

    So long as summer laughs she sings;

    But in the autumn spreads her wings。

The nightingale; the nightingale; thou tak'st for thine example!



The meadow brook; the meadow brook; is mirror of thy falsehood!

    It flows so long as falls the rain;

    In drought its springs soon dry again。

The meadow brook; the meadow brook; is mirror of thy falsehood!







ANNIE OF THARAW



BY SIMON DACH



Annie of Tharaw; my true love of old;

She is my life; and my goods; and my gold。



Annie of Tharaw; her heart once again

To me has surrendered in joy and in pain。



Annie of Tharaw; my riches; my good;

Thou; O my soul; my flesh; and my blood!



Then come the wild weather; come sleet or come snow;

We will stand by each other; however it blow。



Oppression; and sickness; and sorrow; and pain

Shall be to our true love as links to the chain。



As the palm…tree standeth so straight and so tall;

The more the hail beats; and the more the rains fall;



So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and strong;

Through crosses; through sorrows; through manifold wrong。



Shouldst thou be torn from me to wander alone

In a desolate land where the sun is scarce known;



Through forests I'll follow; and where the sea flows;

Through ice; and through iron; through armies of foes;



Annie of Tharaw; my light and my sun;

The threads of our two lives are woven in one。



Whate'er I have bidden thee thou hast obeyed;

Whatever forbidden thou hast not gainsaid。



How in the turmoil of life can love stand;

Where there is not one heart; and one mouth; and one hand?



Some seek for dissension; and trouble; and strife;

Like a dog and a cat live such man and wife。



Annie of Tharaw; such is not our love;

Thou art my lambkin; my chick; and my dove。



Whate'er my desire is; in thine may be seen;

I am king of the household; and thou art its queen。



It is this; O my Annie; my heart's sweetest rest;

That makes of us twain but one soul in one breast。



This turns to a heaven the hut where we dwell;

While wrangling soon changes a home to a hell。







THE STATUE OVER THE CATHEDRAL DOOR



BY JULIUS MOSEN



Forms of saints and kings are standing

  The cathedral door above;

Yet I saw but one among them

  Who hath soothed my soul with love。



In his mantle;wound about him;

  As their robes the sowers wind;

Bore he swallows and their fledglings;

  Flowers and weeds of every kind。



And so stands he calm and childlike;

  High in wind and tempest wild;

O; were I like him exalted;

  I would be like him; a child!



And my songs;green leaves and blossoms;

  To the doors of heaven would hear;

Calling even in storm and tempest;

  Round me still these birds of air。







THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL



BY JULIUS MOSEN



On the cross the dying Saviour

  Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm;

Feels; but scarcely feels; a trembling

  In his pierced and bleeding palm。



And by all the world forsaken;

  Sees he how with zealous care

At the ruthless nail of iron

  A little bird is striving there。



Stained with blood and never tiring;

  With its beak it doth not cease;

From the cross 't would free the Saviour;

  Its Creator's Son release。



And the Saviour speaks in mildness:

  〃Blest be thou of all the good!

Bear; as token of this moment;

  Marks of blood and holy rood!〃



And that bird is called the crossbill;

  Covered all with blood so clear;

In the groves of pine it singeth

  Songs; like legends; strange to hear。







THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS



BY HEINRICH HEINE



The sea hath its pearls;

  The heaven hath its stars;

But my heart; my heart;

  My heart hath its love。



Great are the sea and the heaven;

  Yet greater is my heart;

And fairer than pearls and stars

  Flashes and beams my love。



Thou little; youthful maiden;

  Come unto my great heart;

My heart; and the sea; and the heaven

  Are melting away with love!







POETIC APHORISMS



FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU



MONEY



Whereunto is money good?

Who has it not wants hardihood;

Who has it has much trouble and care;

Who once has had it has despair。





THE BEST MEDICINES



Joy and Temperance and Repose

Slam the door on the doctor's nose。





SIN



Man…like is it to fall into sin;

Fiend…like is it to dwell therein;

Christ…like is it for sin to grieve;

God…like is it all sin to leave。





POVERTY AND BLINDNESS



A blind man is a poor man; and blind a poor man is;

For the former seeth no man; and the latter no man sees。





LAW OF LIFE



Live I; so live I;

To my Lord heartily;

To my Prince faithfully;

To my Neighbor honestly。

Die I; so die I。





CREEDS



Lutheran; Popish; Calvinistic; all these creeds and doctrines

three

Extant are; but still the doubt is; where Christianity may be。





THE RESTLESS HEART



A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round;

If they have nothing else to grind; they must themselves be

ground。





CHRISTIAN LOVE



Whilom Love was like a tire; and warmth and comfort it bespoke;

But; alas! it now is quenched; and only bites us; like the smoke。





ART AND TACT



Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;

Often in a wooden house a golden room we find。





RETRIBUTION



Though the mills of God grind slowly; yet they grind exceeding

small;

Though with patience he stands waiting; with exactness grinds he

all。





TRUTH



When by night the

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