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Straightway into the room the son made entry,
"When I passed the gate and came upon the highway,
With sturdy footsteps, a maiden guiding the beasts
Now driving, now restraining their progress.
When the maiden observed me, she came near and said:
'Not so sad is our lot as it may seem to thee,
Nor alms would we ask of the stranger;
But have you linen and food to give these people
In their distress and their hunger?'
My mother sent me to relieve your wants and help the needy.' With joy she thanked me and said heartily:
'May your kindness be by Heaven requited.'
On then she drove the oxen. I followed,
Overtook the maiden and said to her quickly:
Maiden, my mother sent not linen and food alone;
She added wine, the weak to refresh, too;
I will put this in your care to divide with prudence.'
She replied: With faithfulness I will bestow your gifts,
And the weak and the weary shall rejoice at your bounty.''
When Hermann had ended his story the neighbor
Exclaimed: "Only deem the man happy who lives in his house In these days of flight and hardship and exile."
Neighbor," rejoined Hermann, with emphasis,
Many an excellent maiden needs a husband's protection
Smilingly said the father: "Words of such wisdom in my presence
Knitted us closely together." "And, my Hermann, you would cheer
As I brought your mother before you."
Modestly answered the son: "Truly my wish was like yours,
To marry a neighbor's daughter; one whom, in fact,
I sported with in youthful days. But I have found them.
"Little comfort you give me, son. I always have said
The son arose
And approached the doorway in silence. After him shouted the
"Be off! Go and look after the business! But fancy not
That I'll ever allow you to bring home in triumph,
As my daughter-in-law, an impudent stranger.
Long have I lived in the world; and she whom you marry
Must be able to soften my cares and vexations At these words, Softly the son raised the latch and left the apartment.
Forthwith to the husband spake then the mother: "Father, you're unjust to speak thus to our son.
We cannot fashion our children after our own fancy;
We must bring them up for the best, but let each do as he listeth. My Hermann shall not be upbraided. You daily
Dishearten him, and make the poor fellow unhappy
Then after her son she hastened, hoping with words of affection To gladden his heart, for well he deserved it.
She searched for her son till she found him at last
Under the shade of a tree, perched on the top of a hill.
'Neath its shadow the herdsman was wont to lie
When tending the cattle; benches made of rough stones
And there Hermann sat, his head on his armı,
And seemed looking toward the mountains beyond.
I am not among those who are fighting for them.
But leave me now, mother; for as in my bosom I cherish
“But tell me, my son, all that has happened,
The least as well as the greatest."
Then the youth gave way to his sorrow, replying:
"My father's words to-day have wounded me sadly, For I have always meant to honor my parents.
None ever appeared to me so prudent and wise,
Who in the days of childhood so carefully guided and watched me, Whose only thought was for my sake to swell their possessions.
I look down from this height and see how beautiful
Lies the rich expanse of vineyard and gardens;
Then I descry the gables and roof of our house.
Yet lonely do all things appear, the court and the garden,
The beautiful field which spreads over the hillside;
Yet a desert it seems, as there is none to share in its beauty."
Why not, then, my son, do as your father and mother
Have urged-choose some fair maiden. Answer me plainly,
For my spirit tells me your choice already is made;
Only kind words of persuasion, and, perhaps, the help
The three were still sitting and talking together,
The landlord, the worthy divine, and the druggist.
"You should," said the excellent pastor, "bless your son's dispo
So peaceful, and the like-minded maiden he wishes to marry."
After long waiting, selecting his bride, would make us both happy;
And now he has chosen, with heartfelt emotion,
The fair maiden, the stranger among the exiles.
Give her him; else life will be to our son not worth the living.". And said the son: "My father, she'll make you an excellent
The father replies: "Strangely, indeed, has your tongue been loosened.
I see how the will of a son and a too gentle mother,
For I see I must yield, else defiance will greet me.
Go, then, and bring the maiden home as my daughter."
"Ere evening arrives you will have the dearest of daughters,
As the man on a journey who, just at sunset,
Fixes his gaze once more on the vanishing planet,
Hov'ring its image, so, before Hermann's eyes,
Did the beautiful form of the maiden softly move,
And appeared to follow the path through the cornfields.
Saw he her stately figure approaching.
It was no phantom; in truth, 'twas she herself.
In her hands she carried two pitchers - one larger,
One smaller,—and nimbly walked to the fountain.
Tell me why you have come alone to the spring,
While the rest are content with water found in the village.
Is't for the sick you saved with such courage?"
Saluting the youth in friendly fashion,
Said the maiden: "My walk to the fountain is fully rewarded, Since I have found our kind benefactor.
Come and see for yourself the good you have done,
And receive the thanks of those your kindness has blessed." Soon with her companion she arrived at the steps,
And both sat them down on the low wall.
She bent herself over to draw out the water;
He took also the pitcher and bent over the wall;