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THE HEMLOCK-TREE.

() 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

bosom.

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,
She is my life, and my goods, and my gold.

Annie of Tharaw, her heart once again
To me has surrendered in joy and in pain.
Annie of Tharaw, my riches, my good,
Thou, O my soul, my flesh, and my blood !
Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come

snow,
We will stand by each other, however it blow.

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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

fall

So love in our hearts shall grow mighty and strong, Through crosses, through sorrows, through mani

fold wrong.

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

foes.

Annie of Tharaw, my light and my sur,
The threads of our two lives are woven in one.

Whate'er I have bidden thee, thou hast obeyed,
Whatever forbidden, thou hast not gainsaid.
How in the turmoil of life can love stand,
Where there is not one heart, and one mouth, and

one hand?

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;
Thou art my lanıbkin, my chick, and my dove.

Whate'er my desire is, in thine may be seen;
I am king of the household, thou art its queen.

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 ;
But my heart, my heart,

My heart hath its love.

Great are the sea and the heaven;

Yet greater is my heart,
And fairer than pearls and stars

Flashes and beams my love.

Thou, little youthful maiden,

Come unto my great heart;
My heart, and the sea, and the heaven,

Are melting away with love!

POETIC APHORISMS.

FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH VOX LOGAU.

SEVENTEENTH CENTURY.

MONEY.

WHEREUNTO is money good ?
Who has it not wants hardihood,
Who has it has much trouble and care,
Who once has had it has despair.

THE BEST MEDICINES.
Joy, and Temperance, and Repose,
Slam the door on the doctor's nose.

SIN.
Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Fiend-like is it to dwell therein,
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave.

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.
Live I, so live I,
To my Lord heartily,
To my Prince faithfully,
To my Neighbour honestly,
Die 1, so die I.

CREEDS.

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.

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