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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,
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
Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm,
In his pierced and bleeding palm.
And by all the world forsaken,
Sees he how with zealous care
A little bird is striving there.
Stained with blood and never tiring,
With its beak it doth not cease,
Its Creator's Son release.
And the Saviour speaks in mildness;
“Blest be thou of all the good! Bear, as token of this moment,
Marks of blood and holy rood !”
And that bird is called the crossbill;
Covered all with blood so clear.
Songs, like legends, strange to hear.
FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VON LOGAU.-
WHEREUNTO is money good ?
THE BEST MEDICINES.
Joy and Temperance and Repose
LAW OF LIFE.
Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Live I, so live I,
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;
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.
RETRIBUTION. Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds he all.
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 ; For so long as words, like mortals, call a fatherland their own, They will be most highly valued where they are best and longest known.
THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS.
FROM HEINRICH HEINE.
The heaven hath its stars ;
My heart hath its love.
Great are the sea and the heaven;
Yet greater is my heart,
Flashes and beams my love.
Come unto my great heart;
Are melting away with love !
SONG OF THE SILENT LAND.
Into the Silent Land !
O Land! O Land !
BLESSED ARE THE DEAD.
O, how blest are ye whose toils are ended !
We are still as in a dungeon living,
Ye, meanwhile, are in your chambers sleeping,
Christ has wiped away your tears for ever;
Ah! who would not, then, depart with gladness,
Come, O Christ, and loose the chains that bind us !
“ WAITHER, thou turbid wave?
Whither, with so much haste,
"I am the Wave of Life, Stained with my margin's dust;
From the struggle and the strife