PRINCE HENRY.

Now they stop at the way-side inn, and the waggoner laughs with

What is this castle that rises above us, and lords it over a land so wide?

Hark from the little village below us the bells of the church are ringing for ram' Priests and peasants in long procession come forth and kneel on the arid plain.

Golden Legend P 129

PRINCE HENRY.

Now they stop at the way-side inn, and the waggoner laughs with the landlord's daughter,

While out of the dripping trough the horses distend their leathern sides with water.

ELSIE.

All through life there are way-side inns, where man may refresh his soul with love;

Even the lowest may quench his thirst at rivulets fed by springs from above.

PRINCE HENRY.

Yonder, where rises the cross of stone, our journey along the high

way ends,

And over the fields, by a bridle-path, down into the broad green valley descends.

ELSIE.

I am not sorry to leave behind the beaten road with its dust and

heat;

The air will be sweeter far, and the turf will be softer under our

horses' feet.

They turn down a green lane.

ELSIE.

Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below

Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lightest snow.

PRINCE HENRY.

Over our heads a white cascade is gleaming against the distant

hill;

We cannot hear it, nor see it move, but it hangs like a banner when winds are still.

ELSIE.

Damp and cool is this deep ravine, and cool the sound of the brook by our side!

What is this castle that rises above us, and lords it over a land

so wide?

Hark! from the httle village below us the bells of the church are ringing for rain! Priests and peasants in long procession come forth and kneel on the arid plain.

Golden Legend P. 129