ON A PAIR OF ANTLERS, BROUGHT FROM GERMANY. IFT from the land of song and wine, GIF Can I forget the enchanted day, When first along the glorious Rhine I heard the huntsman's bugle play, Again the crumbling tower appears, They brought the gift that I might hear To fill again my charméd ear With echoes of the Rodenstein, With echoes of the silver horn, Across the wailing waters borne. Trophies of spoil! henceforth your place Farewell the busy, bloody chase, Mute emblems now of "auld lang syne,' When Youth and Hope went hand in hand To roam the dear old German land. James Thomas Fields. HILLS THE RHINE. [ILLS and towers are gazing downward And my boat drives gayly onward, Calm I watch the wavelets stealing, Gently greeting and assuring, Bright the river tempts me on; Well I know that face alluring! Death and night lie further down! Joy above, at heart beguiling, Thou 'rt my own love's image, Flood! She too knows the art of smiling, She can seem as calm and good. Heinrich Heine. Tr. C. G. Leland. That magic word which holdeth, Deep in the valley buried And there on yonder mountains, Deep in the shaft profound, By dwarfs and gnomes well guarded, There may a key be found; It opens every portal, Forever 't is thy own, Know'st thou 'mong words unnumbered That one right word alone. How have I mused already In vain so long, so long, Till, word by word commencing, But still as yet lie hidden That treasure, key, and sword, And what I sang so often Was never the right word. Adelheid von Stolterfoth. Tr. A. Baskerville. ON ON THE RHINE IS MY HEART. N the Rhine is my heart, where affection holds sway! On the Rhine is my heart, where encradled I lay, Where around me friends bloom, where I dreamt away youth, Where the heart of my love glows with rapture and truth, O, where I have revelled in song and in wine: All hail, thou broad torrent, so golden and green, I greet thee, O life, with a yearning so strong, May success round your brows e'er its garlands entwine! Wherever I go is my heart on the Rhine! On the Rhine is my heart, where affection holds sway! On the Rhine is my heart, where encradled I lay, Where around me friends bloom, where I dreamt away youth, Where the heart of my love glows with rapture and truth! May for me your hearts e'er the same jewels enshrine, Wherever I go is my heart on the Rhine! Wolfgang Müller. Tr. A. Baskerville. WHE RHENISH WINE SONG. HERE such a fire still lives to fame, A toast! a toast! the Rhine, And were 't but for the wine, E'er German shall remain. Take down the musket from its stand, Shall seek the Rhine to gain Strike, brothers, for the Rhine ! Our ancient father Rhine E'er German shall remain. The right and left bank of thy wave, Drink, brothers, drink! the Rhine, |