And then, dissolving, filters through itself, Even such I was, without a sigh or tear, But, when I heard in those sweet melodies Compassion for me, more than had they said, "O) wherefore, lady, dost thou thus consume him?" The ice, that was about my heart congealed, Confusion and dismay, together mingled, Even as a cross-bow breaks, when't is discharged, Too tensely drawn the bow-string and the bow, And with less force the arrow hits the mark; So I gave way under this heavy burden, Gushing forth into bitter tears and sighs, And the voice, fainting, flagged upon its passage. SPRING. 59 SPRING. FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLES D'ORLEANS. XV. CENTURY. GENTLE Spring!-in sunshine clad, And thou,-thou makest the sad heart gay. And they shrink away, and they flee in fear, Winter giveth the fields and the trees, so old, v; And the rain, it raineth so fast and cold, Winter maketh the sun in the gloomy sky THE CHILD ASLEEP. FROM THE FRENCH. SWEET babe! true portrait of thy father's face, Upon that tender eye, my little friend, Soft sleep shall come, that cometh not to me! I watch to see thee, nourish thee, defend ;"T is sweet to watch for thee,-alone for thee! His arms fall down; sleep sits upon his brow; Would you not say he slept on Death's cold arm? Awake, my boy!-I tremble with affright! Sweet error!-he but slept,—I breathe again;- THE GRAVE. FROM THE ANGLO SAXON. FOR thee was a house built ᎢᎻᎬ ᏀᎡᎪᏙᎬ, For thee was a mould meant How long it shall be. Thy house is not Dwell full cold, Dimly and dark. Doorless is that house, And dark it is within; And worms shall divide thee. Thus thou art laid, And leavest thy friends; Who will come to thee, Who will ever see How that house pleaseth thee; Who will ever open 61 The door for thee i KING CHRISTIAN. A NATIONAL SONG OF DENMARK. FROM THE DANISH OF JOHANNES EVALD. KING CHRISTIAN stood by the lofty mast "Fly!" shouted they, "fly, he who can! Nils Juel gave heed to the tempest's roar, He hoisted his blood-red flag once more, And shouted loud, through the tempest's roar, "Now is the hour!" "Fly!” shouted they, "for shelter fly! Of Denmark's Juel who can defy The power?" North Sea! a glimpse of Wessel rent Thy murky sky! Then champions to thine arms were sent; Terror and Death glared where he went; |