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But while the old man sang, a mist of tears
cried, • Thou faithful unto death! live on, and still Speak of thy lords— they were a princely band !"
THE SPANISH CHAPEL.'
« Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb,
In life's early morning, hath hid from our eyes,
I MADE a mountain brook my guide
Through a wild Spanish glen,
Far from the homes of men.
And many a sunny glance,
A haunt for old romance.
Of many an aged tree,
The fawn and forest bee.
Suggested by a scene beautifully described in the Recollections of the Peninsula.
The darkness of the chestnut-bough
There on the waters lay,
Check'd its exulting play ;
And bore a music all subdued,
And led a silvery sheen
Of that rich leafy scene.
For something viewlessly around
Of solemn influence dwelt,
Not to be told, but felt;
While sending forth a quiet gleam
Across the wood's repose,
A lowly chapel rose.
A pathway to that still retreat
Through many a myrtle wound,
My steps in wonder bound,
E'en at the threshold made,
A young fair child was laid.
And silken lashes press'd,
With such a weight of rest !
Yet still a tender crimson glow
Its cheek's pure marble dyed 'Twas but the light's faint streaming flow
Through roses heap'd beside.
I stoop'd-the smooth.round arm was chill,
The soft lip's breath was fled, And the bright ringlets hung so still
The lovely child was dead !
“Alas!” I cried, “fair faded thing!
Thou hast wrung bitter tears, And thou hast left a woe, to cling
Round yearning hearts for years !”
But then a voice came sweet and low
I turn'd, and near me sate
Pale, yet not desolate.
And in her still, clear, matron face,
All solemnly serene,
Of that young slumberer's mien.
With lips that faintly smiled,
My fair and precious child.
By pangs in this world riven,
An angel thus to Heaven !”
THE KAISER'S FEAST.
Louis, Emperor of Germany, having put his brother, the Palsgrave Rodolphus, under the ban of the empire in the twelfth century, that unfortunate prince fled to England, where he died in neglect and poverty. “ After his decease, his mother Matilda privately invited his children to return to Germany; and, by her mediation, during a season of festivity, when Louis kept wassail in the castle of Heidelberg, the family of his brother presented themselves before him in the garb of suppliants, imploring pity and forgiveness. To this appeal the victor softened.” Miss Benger's Memoirs of the Queen of Bohemia.
THE Kaiser feasted in his hall
The red wine mantled high ;
To the peals of minstrelsy :
From the armour hung around,
Or the hearth with pine-boughs crown'd.
Why fell there silence on the chord
Beneath the harper's hand?
Why rose the wassail band ?
For the queenly mother's tread, As up the hall, in dark array,
Two fair-hair'd boys she led.
She led them e'en to the Kaiser's place,
And still before him stood ;
Flush'd the proud warrior blood :
“ Wherefore this mourning vest ? And the clinging children by thy side,
In weeds of sadness drest?”
“ Well may a mourning vest be mine,
And theirs, my son, my son!
In each fair little one!
Hath tamed the dancing glee,
Thy brother's children see!
“ And where is he, thy brother, where?
He in thy home that grew,
Ever to greet thee flew ?
His fond lips press thy brow!
Thou hast no brother now !
“ What! from their gentle eyes doth nought
Speak of thy childhood's hours,
Of thy dead father's towers?