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Thus thou art laid,
And leavest thy friends;
Thou hast no friend,
Who will come to thee,
Who will ever see
How that house pleaseth thee,
Who will ever open
And descend after thee,
The door for thee
For soon thou art loathsome
And hateful to see.
▲ NATIONAL SONG OF DENMARK.
FROM THE DANISH OF JOHANNES EVALD.
KING CHRISTIAN stood by the lofty mast
In mist and smoke;
His sword was hammering so fast,
Through Gothic helm and brain it passed
Then sank each hostile hulk and mast,
In mist and smoke.
"Fly!" shouted they, " fly, he who can!
Who braves of Denmark's Christian
Nils Juel gave heed to the tempest's roar,
Now is the hour!
He hoisted his blood-red flag once more,
And smote upon the foe full sore,
And shouted loud, through the tempest's roar
Fly!" shouted they, "for shelter fly!
North Sea! a glimpse of Wessel rent
Thy murky sky!
Then champions to thine arms were sent; Terror and Death glared where he went; From the waves was heard a wail, that rent Thy murky sky!
From Denmark, thunders Tordenskiol',
Let each to Heaven commend his soul,
Path of the Dane to fame and might!
Receive thy friend, who, scorning flight.
And amid pleasures and alarms,
*Nills Juel was a celebrated Danish Admiral, and Peder Wessel, a Vice-Admiral, who for his great prowess received the popular title of Tordenskiold, or Thunders-shield. In childhood he was a tailor's apprentice, and rose to his high rank before the age of twenty-eight, when he was killed in a duel
THE HAPPIEST LAND.
FRAGMENT OF A MODERN BALLAD
FROM THE GERMAN.
THERE sat one day in quiet,
By an alehouse on the Rhine,
Four hale and hearty fellows,
And drank the precious wine.
The landlord's daughter filled their cups,
Around the rustic board;
Then sat they all so calm and still,
And spake not one rude word.