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The roof is built
Doorless is that house,
Thus thou art laid,
THE HAPPIEST LAND.
FRAGMENT OF A MODERN BALLAD.
THERE sat one day in quiet,
By an alehouse on the Rhine, Four hale and hearty fellows,
And drank the precious wine.
The landlord's daughter filled their cups
Around the rustic board ;
And spake not one rude word. "But, when the maid departed,
A Swabian raised his hand,
“ Long live the Swabian land !
" The greatest kingdom upon earth
Cannot with that compare ; With all the stout and hardy men,
And the nut-brown maidens there."
“ Ha!” cried a Saxon, laughing
And dashed his beard with wine" I had rather live in Lapland,
Than that Swabian land of thine!
“ The goodliest land on all this earth,
It is the Saxon land!
As fingers on this hand!” “Hold your tongues ! both Swabian and Saxon!"
A bold Bohemian cries; "* If there's a heaven upon this earth,
In Bohemia it lies,
• There the tailor blows the flute,
And the cobbler blows the horn, And the miner blows the bugle,
Over mountain-gorge and bourn."
And then the landlord's daughter
Up to heaven raised her hand, And said, “ Ye may no more contend
There lies the happiest land !"
“ WHITHER, 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 Of the narrow stream, I fly To the Sea's immensity, To wash from me the slime Of the muddy banks of Time."
How they so softly rest,
And they no longer weep,
THE BIRD AND THE SHIP.
“ THE rivers rush into the sea,
By castle and town they go; The winds behind them merrily
Their noisy trumpets blow.
We little birds in them play;
Goes with us, and far away.
" I greet thee, bonny boat! Whither, or whence,
With thy fluttering golden band ?""I greet thee, little bird! To the wide sea
I haste from the narrow land.
66 Full and swollen is every sail;
I see no longer a hill,
And it will not let me stand still.
" And wilt thou, little bird, go with us?
Thou mayst stand on the mainmast tall, For full to sinking is my house
With merry companions all."
“ I need not, and seek not company,
Bonny boat, I can sing all alone; For the mainmast tall too heavy am I,
Bonny boat, I have wings of my own. “ High over the sails, high over the mast,
Who shall gainsay these joys? When the merry companions are still, at last,
Thou shalt hear the sound of my voice.
"Who neither may rest, nor listen may,
God bless them every one!
And the golden fields of the sun.
“ Thus do I sing my weary song
Wherever the four winds blow; And this same song, my wholė life-long,
Neither poet nor printer may know."
I HEARD a brooklet gushing
From its rocky fountain near,
So fresh and wondrous clear.
I know not what came o'er me,
Nor who the counsel gave;
All with my pilgrim-stave;
Downward, and ever farther,
And ever the brook beside :
And ever clearer, the tide.
Whither, O brooklet, say!
Murmured my senses away.
That can no murmur be;