So in thy heart be penitent!" To keep all travellers away. As one with pestilence infected! Hubert. Then was the family tomb unsealed, And broken helmet, sword, and shield, goes on, For ever gone! for ever gone! tongue 'Strengthened our hearts; or, heard at night, Made all our slumbers soft and light. Where is he? Hubert. In the Odenwald. Some of his tenants, unappalled By fear of death or priestly word,A holy family, that make Each meal a Supper of the Lord,Have him beneath their watch and ward. For love of him, and Jesus' sake! Pray you come in. For why should I With out-door hospitality My prince's friend thus entertain? Walter. I would a moment here re- But you, good Hubert, go before, From which it steals the breath away, It is of him that I would think. But their soft eyes look into mine, (Leaning over the parapet.) The day is done; and slowly from the scene The stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, And puts them back into his golden quiver! Below me in the valley, deep and green As goblets are, from which in thirsty draughts We drink its wine, the swift and mantling river Flows on triumphant through these lovely regions, Etched with the shadows of its sombre margent, And soft, reflected clouds of gold and argent! Yes, there it flows, for ever, broad and still, As when the vanguard of the Roman legions First saw it from the top of yonder hill! How beautiful it is! Fresh fields of wheat, Vineyard, and town, and tower with fluttering flag, The consecrated chapel on the crag, And the white hamlet gathered round its base, Like Mary sitting at her Saviour's feet, sence more Than the impending night darkens the landscape o'er! II. A Farm in the Odenwald. A garden; morning; PRINCE HENRY seated, with a book. ELSIE, at a distance, gathering flowers. Waved and made the sign of the cross, Rose an odour sweet and fragrant Seeking the sunshine, round and round. These he heeded not, but pondered And, with his eyes cast down "I believe, O God, What herein I have read, But, alas! I do not understand!" And lo! he heard The sudden singing of a bird, A snow-white bird, that from a cloud And he would fain His pathway homeward sadly and in haste. In the convent there was a change! Of cold, gray stone, The same cloisters and belfry and spire, Among that brotherhood "Forty years,' " said a Friar, Of this convent in the wood, Never have I beheld thy face!" The heart of the Monk Felix fell: And wandered forth alone, To the melodious singing The bells of the convent ringing Fastened against the wall ;- Had he been there, Serving God in prayer, The meekest and humblest of his crea tures. And straightway They brought forth to the light of day A volume old and brown, A huge tome, bound In brass and wild boar's hide, The names of all who had died In the convent, since it was ediñed. Just as the old monk said, That on a certain day and date, Had gone forth from the convent gate He had been counted among the dead And they knew, at last, That, such had been the power Of that celestial and immortal song, (ELSIE comes in with flowers.) Prince Henry. As thou standest Thou seemest to me like the angel Prince Henry. Themselves will fade, To re-create them from the dust. To him who scoffed and doubted. Of Christ and the Sultan's daughter? Lay the flowers down beside me, Elsie. Early in the morning Prince Henry. Just as thou hast been doing This morning, dearest Elsie. Elsie. And as she gathered them, She wondered more and more Who was the Master of the Flowers, Out of the cold, dark earth. Prince Henry. Dear, innocent child! It reappears once more, As a birth-mark on the forehead Is laid upon it and removed. Call to her from the garden, Out of my Father's kingdom I am the Master of the Flowers. My garden is in Paradise, Shall be of bright red flowers." And then he took from his finger And asked the Sultan's daughter And when she answered him with love, "O Love! how red thy heart is, Followed him to his Father's garden. Prince Henry. Wouldst thou have done so, Elsie? Elsie. Yes, very gladly. Prince Henry. Then the Celestial Will come for thee also. Upon thy forehead he will place, Not his crown of thorns, But a crown of roses. In thy bridal chamber, Like Saint Cecilia, Thou shalt hear sweet music, Go now and place these flowers A room in the Farmhouse. Twilight. URSULA spinning. GOTTLIEB asleep in his chair. Ursula. Darker and darker! hardly Of light comes in at the window-pane; Gottlieb (starting). The stopping of Has wakened me out of a pleasant dream. I thought I was sitting beside a stream, And heard the grinding of a mill, When suddenly the wheels stood still, And a voice cried "Elsie" in my ear! It startled me, it seemed so near. EVENING SONG. O gladsome light Jesus our Saviour! Now to the sunset Again hast thou brought us Of worship and wonder! To shoot at the robins and the sparrows, And the red squirrels in the wood! Bertha. I love him, too! Gottlieb. He gave us the horses and the carts, Bertha. Did he give us the beautiful stork above On the chimney-top, with its large, round nest? Gottlieb. No, not the stork; by God in heaven, As a blessing, the dear white stork was Bertha. I wonder if this is the wolf that ate Little Red Ridinghood! Ursula. O, no! That wolf was killed a long while ago. Come, children, it is growing late. Max. Ah, how I wish I were a man, As stout as Hans is, and as strong! I would do nothing else the whole day long, But just kill wolves. Gottlieb. Ursula. Good night, my children. And do not forget to say your prayers Good night! Max and Bertha. Good night! |