The world obscures in me what once was bright! Eternal Sun! the warmth which thou hast given, Through the gross vapors, Mars grows fiery red Down in the west upon the ocean floor, To cheer life's flowery April, fast de- Appeared to me, may I again behold cays; it ! Again I saw it brighter grown and larger. Thereafter, on all sides of it, appeared I knew not what of white, and underneath, Little by little, there came forth another. My master yet had uttered not a word, While the first whiteness into wings unfolded; But, when clearly recognized the pilot, He cried aloud: "Quick, quick, and bow the knee ! Behold the Angel of God! fold up thy hands! Henceforward shalt thou see such officers! See, how he scorns all human arguments, So that no oar he wants, nor other sail Than his own wings, between so distant shores! See, how he holds them, pointed straight to heaven, Whereat the tremulous branches readily Did all of them bow downward towards that side Where its first shadow casts the Holy Fanning the air with the eternal pin-Yet not from their upright direction bent So that the little birds upon their tops Should cease the practice of their tune ful art; But, with full-throated joy, the hours of prime Singing received they in the midst of foliage That made monotonous burden to their rhymes, Even as from branch to branch it gathering swells, Through the pine forests on the shore All waters that on earth most limpid are, Blown on and beaten by Sclavonian winds, Would seem to have within them- | And then, dissolving, filters through it self, Whene'er the land, that loses shadow, breathes, Like as a taper melts before a fire, Even such I was, without a sigh or tear, Before the song of those who chime forever After the chiming of the eternal spheres ; But, when I heard in those sweet melodies Compassion for me, more than had they said, "O wherefore, lady, dost thou thus consume hin?" The ice, that was about my heart congealed, To air and water changed, and, in my anguish, Through lips and eyes came gushing from my breast. The sleet, and the snow, and the wind, | Wore not his cheek the apple's ruddy and the rain; And they shrink away, and they flee in fear, When thy merry step draws near. Winter giveth the fields and the trees, so old, Their beards of icicles and snow; And the rain, it raineth so fast and cold, We must cower over the embers low; And, snugly housed from the wind and weather, Mope like birds that are changing feather. But the storm retires, and the sky grows clear, When thy merry step draws near. Winter maketh the sun in the gloomy sky Wrap him round with a mantle of cloud; But, Heaven be praised, thy step is nigh; glow, Would you not say he slept on Death's cold arm? THE GRAVE. FROM THE ANGLO-SAXON. FOR thee was a house built For thee was a mould meant How long it shall be. Thy house is not Highly timbered, It is unhigh and low; When thou art therein, The heel-ways are low, The side-ways unhigh. The roof is built Thy breast full nigh, So thou shalt in mould Dwell full cold, Dimly and dark. Doorless is that house, And dark it is within ; There thou art fast detained And Death hath the key. Loathsome is that earth-house, And worms shall divide thee. Thus thou art laid, How that house pleaseth thee; The door for thee, And descend after thee; For soon thou art loathsome KING CHRISTIAN. A NATIONAL SONG OF DENMARK. FROM THE DANISH OF JOHANNES EVALD. KING CHRISTIAN stood by the lofty mast In mist and smoke; His sword was hammering so fast, But, when the maid departed, Through Gothic helm and brain it And cried, all hot and flushed with wine, passed; Then sank each hostile hulk and mast, In mist and smoke. "Fly!" shouted they, "fly, he who can! Who braves of Denmark's Christian The stroke?" Nils Juel gave heed to the tempest's roar, He hoisted his blood-red flag once more, roar, "Now is the hour!" 'Long live the Swabian land! "The greatest kingdom upon earth "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! "Fly!" shouted they, "for shelter fly! There have I as many maidens Of Denmark's Juel who can defy |