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() HEMLOCK tree! O hemlock-tree! how faithful are thy branches !
Green not alone in summer-time,
But in the winter's frost and rime ! () hemlock-tree! O hemlock-tree! how faithful are
thy branches !
O maiden fair! O maiden fair! how faithless is thy bosom!
To love me in prosperity,
And leave me in adversity ! O maiden fair! O maiden fair ! how faithless is thy
The nightingale, the nightingale, thou takest fur thine example:
So long as summer laughs she sings,
But in the autumn spreads her wings. The nightingale, the nightingale, thou takest for
thine example. The meadow-brook, the meadow-brook, is mirror of thy falsehood!
It flows so long as falls the rain,
In drought its springs soon dry again. The meadow-brook, the meadow-brook, is mirror
of thy falsehood !
ANNIE OF THARAW.
FROM SIMON DACH,
ANNTE of Tharaw, my true love of old,
Annie of Tharaw, her heart once again
Oppression, and sickness, and sorrow, and pain, Shall be to our true love as links to the chain.
As the palm-tree standeth so straight and so tall, The more the lail beats, and the more the rains
So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and strong, Through crosses, through sorrows, through mani
Shouldst thou be torn from me, to wander alone In a desolate land, where the sun is scarce known
Through forests I'll follow, and where the sea flows, Through ice, and through iron, through armies of
Annie of Tharaw, my light and my sur,
Whate'er I have bidden thee, thou hast obeyed,
Some seek for dissension, and trouble, and strife, Like a dog aud a cat live such man and wife.
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, That makes of us twain but one soul in one breast.
This turns to heaven the hut where we dwell, While wrangling soon changes a home to a hell.
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;
Yet greater is my heart,
Flashes and beams my love.
Thou, little youthful maiden,
Come unto my great heart;
Are melting away with love!
FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VOX LOGAU.
WHEREUNTO is money good ?
THE BEST MEDICINES.
POVERTY AND BLINDNESS.
A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is, For the former seeth no man,
and the latter no man sees.
LAW OF LIFE.
Lutheran, Popish, Calvinistic, all these creeds and
doctrines three Extant are; but still the 'doubt is, where Chris
tianity 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 now is quenched, and only bites us,
like the smoke.
ART AXD TACT. Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined ; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
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, lla! how soon they all are silent! Thus Truth
silences the liar.
RHYMES. If perhaps these rhymes of mine 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 father
land their own, They will be most highly valued where they are
best and longest known.