Friedrich Rückert Artist and Public THE dumb man asked the blind man: The blind man quick made answer: "I saw him pass my gate; I'll send my lame young man, sir, To overtake him straight." At one look from his master, Away the cripple ran, And faster, ever faster, He chased the harper-man. The harper came, elated, And straight to work he went; His arms were amputated; His toes to work he bent. All hearts his playing captured; The deaf man was all ear; The blind man gazed, enraptured; The dumb man shouted, "Hear!" The lame boy fell to dancing, And leaped with all his might; The scene was so entrancing, They stayed till late at night. And when the concert ended, The public, justly proud, The artist's powers commended, Who, deeply grateful, bowed. August Kopisch The Great Crab of Lake Mohrin IN the town of Mohrin they never sleep, With fetters down below, The creature's miles in length, they say, 'S the way with crabs, you know, Why backward, willy-nilly, All things with him must go. Such going backward that will be! The meat you put in your mouth-d'ye see?— Will not stay there, but straightway trot Back to the plate, and then to the pot. The bread will turn to wheat again, The meal will turn to corn, And everything will be just what 1 The timber from the house'll get free, Go back to the woods, a rustling tree; The tree will creep back to a shoot as of yore; The ox will be a calf again, The calf go back to the cow, Back to the flower will go the wax; And after him the aldermen, Of its corporate capacity. The master on the school-bench Will sit, a scholar small In short, the world grow back All shall return to earth's green sod, The hen will be a chicken, And into the egg crawl back, With his long tail will crack. Heaven grant we never so far may get! Good care is observed by the powers that be Just think how my poor ditty Would come to a wretched fate, Drawn through Fame's trumpet's mouthpiece, |