Far as arrow reacheth, All that creeps and flies. 66 The Maiden's Lament. THE black clouds lowered o'er the tossing wood, And she sighed out her grief to the dark'ning night, all beclouded with sadness Her eyes : Thou Holy One, take now Thy child above! "In vain flow the tears from the eyes that weep, I will send it thee, child, from above." After all the dear pleasures of love depart, Are the woes and the wailings of love!" GERMAN LYRICS-MISCELLANEOUS. Charlemagne's Voyage. WITH his twelve peers King Charles set sail, Then outspake Roland, the hero brave: "With my harp," said Holger, the lordly Dane, "I can make the sternest weep; But Orpheus himself would strive in vain, To lull these winds to sleep!" Sir Oliver gazed on his trusty blade That had been in many a fight; “I care not so much for myself,” he said, "As for Alta Clara bright." 46 Then thought the wicked Ganelon, Were I but safe on shore alone, The devil might take the rest!" Archbishop Turpin, sighing, prayed: Count Richard the Dauntless then began: Lord Naimé said: "Much counsel wise Is given in many a matter; Is scarce as good fresh water!” Lord Riol the others thus addressed: And I could wish my bones to rest, Then sweetly sang the young Sir Guy: Outspake the noble Count Garein : "May the gods propitious be! For I'd rather quaff good Rhenish wine, Than the water of the sea!" The gay Lord Lambert echoed the wish : "May the gods propitious be! For I'd much rather eat good fish, Than have good fish eat me!" Sir Godfrey spoke with calm despair : "I yield to the adverse Fates; The doom of my trusty mates." King Charles sat calm amid this band, But steer'd the ship with steady hand Thro' the wild and stormy sea! Uhland. On the Death of a Child. SHE came- -she went-a passing guest, From God-to God-is all we know ! Uhland. O lieb', so lang. OH love, and let thy love be true! Oh love, and let thy love be deep! There comes an hour-there comes an hour- See that thy heart doth ever glow With love, and ever love enshrine, In love responsive beats to thine. Whoe'er to thee unlocks his soul, For him do all within thy power; For him fill every day with joy, And give him no unhappy hour. Oh guard thy speech with jealous care! Oh love, and let thy love be true! Oh love, and let thy love be deep! There comes an hour-there comes an hour--- Amid the tall, dank churchyard grass, Him who beneath in stillness lies. Thou criest, "Smile on me, my friend, But ah! he cannot see or hear; He comes not to relieve thy woe; The lips that kissed thee cannot say, "Friend, I forgave thee long ago!" Yes, he forgave; yet, at the time, Tears ran as if they could not cease; Then love, and let thy love be true! Freiligrath. |