Annie of Tharaw, my riches, my good, Then come the wild weather, come sleet, or come snow, Oppression, and sickness, and sorrow, and pain, As the palm-tree standeth so straight and so tall, So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and strong, Shouldst thou be torn from me to wander alone Through forests I'll follow, and where the sea flows, Annie of Tharaw, my light and my sun, Whate'er I have bidden thee thou hast obeyed, How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth, and one hand? Some seek for dissension, and trouble, and strife; Annie of Tharaw, such is not our love; Whate'er my desire is, in thine may be seen; It is this, O my Annie, my heart's sweetest rest, This turns to a heaven the hut where we dwell; THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL. FROM JULIUS MOSEN. ON the cross the dying Saviour And by all the world forsaken, A little bird is striving there. Stained with blood and never tiring, And the Saviour speaks in mildness; Bear, as token of this moment, Marks of blood and holy rood!" And that bird is called the crossbill; In the groves of pine it singeth Songs, like legends, strange to hear. POETIC APHORISMS. FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU. SEVENTEENTH CENTURY. MONEY. WHEREUNTO is money good? Who has it not wants hardihood, Who has it has much trouble and care, Who once has had it has despair. THE BEST MEDICINES. Joy and Temperance and Repose SIN. Man-like is it to fall into sin, LAW OF LIFE. Live I, so live I, To my Lord heartily, POVERTY AND BLINDNESS. A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is; CREEDS. Lutheran, Popish, Calvinistic, all these creeds and doctrines three Extant are; but still the doubt is, where Christianity may be. THE RESTLESS HEART. A millstone and the human heart, are driven ever round; If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground. CHRISTIAN LOVE. Whilom Love was like a fire, and warmth and comfort it bespoke; But, alas! it is now quenched, and only bites us, like the smoke. ART AND TACT. Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; RETRIBUTION. Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all. TRUTH. When by night the frogs are croaking, Kindle but a torch's fire, Ha! how soon they all are silent! Thus Truth silences the liar. RHYMES. If perhaps these rhymes of mine should sound not well in strangers' ears, They have only to bethink them that it happens so with theirs ; THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS. FROM HEINRICH HEINE. THE sea hath its pearls, The heaven hath its stars; My heart hath its love. Great are the sea and the heaven; Thou little, youthful maiden, My heart, and the sea, and the heaven, SONG OF THE SILENT LAND. FROM SALIS. INTO the Silent Land! Ah! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land? Into the Silent Land! To you, ye boundless regions Of all perfection! Tender morning-visions Of beauteous souls! The Future's pledge and band! Who in Life's battle firm doth stand, Shall bear Hope's tender blossoms Into the Silent Land! O Land! O Land! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our faith allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land! BLESSED ARE THE DEAD. O, HOW blest are ye whose toils are ended! From the cares which keep us still in prison. We are still as in a dungeon living, Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving; Are but toils, and troubles, and heart-breakings. Ye, meanwhile, are in your chambers sleeping, Hinders your enjoyments with denial. Christ has wiped away your tears for ever; Songs which yet no mortal ear have haunted. Ah! who would not, then, depart with gladness, Who here would languish Longer in bewailing and in anguish ? Come, O Christ, and loose the chains that bind us! |