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Love in Death.
Liebchen, woher so spät zu Nacht?
"Ah! whither away,
Ah! whither away, Beloved, so deep in the night ?
And I saw in a foul black dream thy starry
Ah! whither away, Beloved, so far in the night ?"
My snake-haunted way lay over wild and waste,
Morass, and swamp, and tombless grave;
And the light whereby my path was traced
my snake-infested way through swamp and waste."
How foundest thou thus thy way to me to-night?
The sunken moon is drained of light-
How foundest thou thus thy way to me this night ?"
66 Hush! hush!-the winds,
The low and listening winds have ears to hear!
True Love's own eyes are more than stars-—
Though her brow be bound with the white death-wreath
But, more than this I may not breathe,
For the winds can hear,
The low and listening.winds have ears to hear!"
Then, Dearest, Good Night!”
He will sleep by her side till the dawn of the Judgment-Morn,
Didactic poetry, we know, is not popular; and though Wetzel has contributed his share to the general stock,
we shall confine ourself to a very insignificaut sample of his ability in that genre d'écrire.
Nur Ernst und Kraft vor allen Dingen!
"The Kingdom of Heaven suffereth violence."-Holy Writ.
Before all things, O, soul of mortal,
An earnest Will!
The Cherub still
Stands with the flaming sword at Eden's portal.
Luxuriant in its golden growth,
Yet yields no fruits to palsied Sloth;
Inside the wardened walls
Those only gather them who dare to seek!
Before all things, O, soul of Man,
And Perseverance crowns the work.
Thou must buy Peace with thine own blood:
Up, then, and act, lest thou despair,
When, coming down like Night upon thy life's thick wood,
Frederic Conrad Wetzel, Gentle man, was the personal enemy of Napoleon Buonaparte, Esquire we beg pardon the Emperor Napoleon. Yet, it is probable that Buonaparte accomplished more for France than Wetzel, under any circumstances, could have achieved for Germany-and, take him for all in all, was a more illustrious man than the Bamberg poet. And, now that the bones of both are crumbling
to dust, it is a mournful—but we check ourself. Time grows precious with us, and so does Space. Here are two patriotic effusions; the first meriting no particular comment-the second somewhat remarkable, as well for the peculiarity of its metrical structure as the odd and incongruous mixture of platitude and bold conception, prosaic ideas and poetical, of which it is compact.
And so have Ourselves in that memorable year,
And had not Germany's living sons
Then chased the Invader's band--·
The Dead would have risen, as they rose against the Huns,
In the Name of GOD I began,*
In the Name of GOD I close.
In Him alone
The spirit of Man
Mit Gott begann' ich.
But, drunk with Pride,
We still relied
On the Knowledge that blinds-
That comes from above-
A nation to Might,
Her sons in the bands of Love.
Therefore was given to the Enemy
To blight and devour,
And to smite with the sword,
And, shivering to dust the dark chain
Might call upon Him
Who is potent and willing to save,
And We call on the God of our Fathers
We have sworn a vow
Whereby we will stand,
To battle for GOD and our Fatherland To the latest gasp!
With the Cross on our breasts,
And the Sword in our grasp,
We are stronger than cuirassed in
Of charmed steel.
Up, Brethren, then!
To GOD we appeal!
We have sworn by His Name
To win deathless fame,
Or gory graves!
Up, Brothers, then!
• This forms the last of a series of poems, called Kriegs-Siegs-und Feuerlieder.
The Revolution of 1788.
We are Saxon Men,
They hireling slaves.
Forget not the Faithful Dead*
Remember him who rose and fell
Like a meteor sped
The hero born-
Of his crushing scorn
Rose at the Tyrant's nod,
Are assailed by any;
By a model so glorious and bold,
And heed, more than all, that ye place The worthiest one
Of the German Race
On the German Throne!
For all must feel
And already the Corner-stone is found: And all must act for the Common
Is found alone
In an isle renowned
As the Isle of the Free,
Where Strength presides,
And Wisdom guides
To the Temple of Liberty; Where the will of the Many
And Few is one,t
And the rights of none
And ye, too, be wise,
Ye Princes! ye Regal!
And look that your duty be done! For other eyes
Than those of the eagle
Have come to see spots in the sun! Remember that they
Who in HERMAN's day
Vergiszt die treuen Tödten nicht! Forget not the faithful Dead!-the inscription over the arched avenue that leads to Körner's mausoleum.
+ If the isle alluded to be England readers must recollect that this description was written in 1813.
Gave, as History* sings,
Ye Guardians! Ye Royal Shepherds!
The care of the Popular Fold!
From the Council-chamber
By the window like thieves,-
Than any that bow
The Wavering now
Hung over the land.
For Time has prevailed
To couch the eyes of the hitherto blind!
The nations at length
Are awake to their strength,
And the voice of a Questioning Crowd
Like thunder behind a lighted cloud!
Of ourselves and our lords ?"
And the need is the greater and nigher,
Shall be tried with fire ;
Till the struggle be done,
Their path may together be trod,
The Path of Right,
And the Cause of GOD!
That struggle shall be
For no earthly crown,-
So only, ye Rulers, can, henceforth For the things of ETERNITY,
Your thrones unassailed!
And ye rear them on sand
If ye lay not the warning to mind;
And shall lie betwixt
The Saxon Chronicles, which were mostly in verse.
+ Die Held-und Meistersprache: the dialect of the Heroes and Masters, viz: Minnesingers.
A query of a somewhat similar character appears in Childe Harold:
Gaul may champ the bit,
And foam in fetters, but is Earth more free?
Did nations combat to make one submit,
Or league to teach all kings true sovereignty?