Oh sing us a ballad, the tale then repeat,'Till brother and I learn it right;We long have been hoping a minstrel to meet,For children hear tales with delight.
"At midnight, when darkness its fearful veil weaves, His lofty and stately old castle he leaves,But first he has buried his wealth.
What figure is that in his arms one perceives,As the Count quits the gateway by stealth?
O'er what is his mantle so hastily thrown?
What bears he along in his flight?
A daughter it is, and she gently sleeps on"--The children they hear with delight.
"The morning soon glimmers.the world is so wide, In valleys and forests a home is supplied,The bard in each village is cheer'd.
Thus lives he and wanders, while years onward glide,And longer still waxes his beard;But the maiden so fair in his arms grows amain,'Neath her star all-protecting and bright, Secured in the mantle from wind and from rain--"The children they hear with delight.
"And year upon year with swift footstep now steals, The mantle it fades, many rents it reveals,The maiden no more it can hold.
The father he sees her, what rapture he feels!
His joy cannot now be controll'd.
How worthy she seems of the race whence she springs,How noble and fair to the sight!
What wealth to her dearly-loved father she brings!"--The children they hear with delight.
"Then comes there a princely knight galloping by, She stretches her hand out, as soon as he's nigh,But alms he refuses to give.
He seizes her hand, with a smile in his eye:
'Thou art mine!' he exclaims, 'while I live!'
'When thou know'st,' cries the old man, 'the treasure that's there,A princess thou'lt make her of right;Betroth'd be she now, on this spot green and fair--'"The children they hear with delight.
"So she's bless'd by the priest on the hallowed place, And she goes with a smiling but sorrowful face,From her father she fain would not part.
The old man still wanders with ne'er-changing pace,He covers with joy his sad heart.
So I think of my daughter, as years pass away,And my grandchildren far from my sight;I bless them by night, and I bless them by day"--The children they hear with delight.
He blesses the children: a knocking they hear, The father it is! They spring forward in fear,The old man they cannot conceal--"Thou beggar, wouldst lure, then, my children so dear?
Straight seize him, ye vassals of steel!
To the dungeon most deep, with the fool-hardy knave!"The mother from far hears the fight;
She hastens with flatt'ring entreaty to crave--The children they hear with delight.
The vassals they suffer the Bard to stand there, And mother and children implore him to spare,The proud prince would stifle his ire, 'Till driven to fury at hearing their prayer,His smouldering anger takes fire:
"Thou pitiful race! Oh, thou beggarly crew!
Eclipsing my star, once so bright!
Ye'll bring me destruction, ye sorely shall rue!"The children they hear with affright.
The old man still stands there with dignified mien, The vassals of steel quake before him, I ween,The Count's fury increases in power;"My wedded existence a curse long has been,And these are the fruits from that flower!
'Tis ever denied, and the saying is true,That to wed with the base-born is right;The beggar has borne me a beggarly crew,--"The children they hear with affright.
"If the husband, the father, thus treats you with scorn, If the holiest bonds by him rashly are torn,Then come to your father--to me!
The beggar may gladden life's pathway forlorn,Though aged and weak he may be.
This castle is mine! thou hast made it thy prey,Thy people 'twas put me to flight;The tokens I bear will confirm what I say"--The children they hear with delight.
"The king who erst govern'd returneth again, And restores to the Faithful the goods that were ta'en,I'll unseal all my treasures the while;The laws shall be gentle, and peaceful the reign"--The old man thus cries with a smile--"Take courage, my son! all hath turned out for good,And each hath a star that is bright, Those the princess hath borne thee are princely in blood,"--The children thy hear with delight.
1816.
THE VIOLET.
UPON the mead a violet stood, Retiring, and of modest mood,In truth, a violet fair.
Then came a youthful shepherdess, And roam'd with sprightly joyousness, And blithely woo'dWith carols sweet the air"Ah!" thought the violet, "had I been For but the smallest moment e'enNature's most beauteous flower, 'Till gather'd by my love, and press'd, When weary, 'gainst her gentle breast, For e'en, for e'enOne quarter of an hour!"Alas! alas! the maid drew nigh, The violet failed to meet her eye,She crush'd the violet sweet.
It sank and died, yet murmur'd not:
"And if I die, oh, happy lot, For her I die,And at her very feet!"1775.
THE FAITHLESS BOY.
THERE was a wooer blithe and gay,A son of France was he,--Who in his arms for many a day,As though his bride were she, A poor young maiden had caress'd, And fondly kiss'd, and fondly press'd,And then at length deserted.
When this was told the nut-brown maid,Her senses straightway fled;She laugh'd and wept, and vow'd and pray'd,And presently was dead.
The hour her soul its farewell took, The boy was sad, with terror shook,Then sprang upon his charger.
He drove his spurs into his side,And scour'd the country round;But wheresoever he might ride,No rest for him was found.
For seven long days and nights he rode, It storm'd, the waters overflow'd,It bluster'd, lighten'd, thunder'd.
On rode he through the tempest's din,Till he a building spied;In search of shelter crept he in,When he his steed had tied.
And as he groped his doubtful way, The ground began to rock and sway,--He fell a hundred fathoms.
When he recover'd from the blow,He saw three lights pass by;He sought in their pursuit to go,The lights appear'd to fly.
They led his footsteps all astray, Up, down, through many a narrow wayThrough ruin'd desert cellars.
When lo! he stood within a hall,With hollow eyes.and grinning all;They bade him taste the fare.
A hundred guests sat there.
