God's mother sits at Kevlaar, Their waxen feet and hands. And those whose fingers were stiff as sticks Out of a waxen candle The mother formed a heart : "Give this to Holy Mary, And she will cure thy smart! Sadly he took the image, Went sadly to the shrine, I bring this waxen image, III. The sick son and his mother Then came the Blessed Virgin, Soft stepping through the gloom. She bent above the sick man, Her gentle hand, — then, smiling, Passed, like a mist, the Maid. Had seen the whole event; Then wakened, for the frightened dogs He lay stretched out before her, THE Kitzen. LEAVE-TAKING FROM LIFE. HE deep wound burns, my parched lips coldly quiver, I feel, by my faint heart's unsteady beating, How sounds of coming death all harshly sever And all towards which my worship here ascended, And whilst each fainting sense is slowly dying, It wafts sweet airs with Heaven's morn-fragrance sighing! Karl Theodor Körner. Tr. W. B. Chorley. Koesen. A LEGEND OF KOESEN BRIDGE. LONG, long ago in Thüringen, Upon the Saale's shore A shepherd loved a shepherdess: For on the left bank he his flock Was hers, but yet across the stream One day Count Rudolph riding by, Soon was the work begun, huge stones And the shepherd lad he danced to think Though in the building of the bridge Full many a year had flown, The love of that true, loving pair Had but intenser grown. At length the road across the stream The shepherd drove his little flock, The shepherdess was eager too And on the bridge these lovers met, They vowed they ne'er would part, To seal their love then each one carved Upon the brink a heart. Those lovers twain were soon relieved Of separation's woe, And their two flocks from that day forth E'en to this day those hearts remain In passing o'er the bridge to look, "T is where those lovers met ! George Browning. |