O maiden fair! O maiden fair! how So love in our hearts shall grow mighty

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 !

and strong,

Through crosses, through
through manifold wrong.

sorrows,

Shouldst thou be torn from me to wander alone

The nightingale, the nightingale, thou In a desolate land where the sun is scarce tak'st for thine example!

So long as summer laughs she sings, But in the autumn spreads her wings. The nightingale, the nightingale, thou tak'st 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 THE LOW GERMAN OF SIMON DACH.

known,

How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth, and one hand?

ANNIE of Tharaw, my true love of old,
She is my life, and my goods, and my Sone seek for dissension, and trouble,

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.

and strife;

Like a dog and a cat live such man and wife.

Annie of Tharaw, such is not our love; Thou art my lambkin, my chick, and my dove.

Whate'er my desire is, in thine may be

seen;

I am king of the household, and thou art its queen.

It is this, O my Annie, my heart's | And the Saviour speaks in mildness:

sweetest rest, That makes of us twain but one soul in

"Blest be thou of all the good! Bear, as token of this moment, Marks of blood and holy rood !"

And that bird is called the crossbill;
Covered all with blood so clear,
In the groves of pine it singeth
Songs, like legends, strange to hear.

THE SEA HATH ITS PEARLS.

FROM THE GERMAN OF 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 ny great heart;
My heart, and the sea, and the heaven
Are melting away with love!

POETIC APHORISMS.

FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIEDRICH
VON 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.