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THE GRAVE.

FROM THE ANGLO-SAXON

For thee was a house built

Ere thou wast born,
For thee was a mould meant
Ere thou of mother camest.
But it is not made ready,
Nor its depth measured,

Nor is it seen
How long it shall be.

Now I bring thee
Where thou shalt be ;
Now I shall measure thee,
And the mould afterwards

Thy house is not
Highly tirnbered,
It is unhigh and low;
When thou art therein,
The heel-ways are low,
The side-ways unhigh.
The roof is built
Thy breast full nigh,
So thou shalt in mould
Dwell full cold,
Dimly and dark.

Doorless is that house,

And dark it is within ;

There thou art fast detained
And Death hath the key.
Loathsome is that earth-house,
And grim within to dwell.
There thou shalt dwell,
And worms shall divide thee.

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

The door for thee

And descend after thee,

For soon thou art loathsome

And hateful to see.

KING CHRISTIAN.

A 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

The stroke?"

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,

"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 ;
From the waves was heard a wail, that rent

Thy murky sky!
From Denmark, thunders Tordenskiol',
Let each to Heaven commend his soul,

And fly !

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