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"'T was right a goblet the Fate should be
Of the joyous race of Edenhall !
Deep draughts drink we right willingly;
And willingly ring, with merry call,
Kling! klang! to the Luck of Edenhall!"

First rings it deep, and full, and mild,
Like to the song of a nightingale ;
Then like the roar of a torrent wild;
Then mutters at last like the thunder's fall,
The glorious Luck of Edenhall.

"For its keeper takes a race of might,
The fragile goblet of crystal tall;
It has lasted longer than is right;
Kling! klang!-with a harder blow than
all

Will I try the Luck of Edenhall !”

As the goblet ringing flies apart,
Suddenly cracks the vaulted hall;
And through the rift, the wild flames start ;
The guests in dust are scattered all,
With the breaking Luck of Edenhall !

In storms the foe, with fire and sword;
He in the night had scaled the wall,
Slain by the sword lies the youthful Lord,
But holds in his hand the crystal tall,
The shattered Luck of Edenhall.

On the morrow the butler gropes alone,
The graybeard in the desert hall,
He seeks his Lord's burnt skeleton,
He seeks in the dismal ruin's fall
The shards of the Luck of Edenhall.

"The stone wall," saith he, "doth fall aside,

Down must the stately columns fall;
Glass is this earth's Luck and Pride;
In atoms shall fall this earthly ball
One day like the Luck of Edenhall!"'

THE TWO LOCKS OF HAIR

(DER JUNGGEsell)

BY GUSTAV PFIZER

A YOUTH, light-hearted and content, I wander through the world; Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent And straight again is furled.

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O maiden fair! O maiden fair! how faith- Shouldst thou be torn from me to wander

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Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined;

FROM THE SINNGEDICHTE OF FRIE- Often in a wooden house a golden room we

DRICH VON LOGAU

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.

POVERTY AND BLINDNESS

A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is;

For the former seeth no man, and the latter

no man sees.

LAW OF LIFE

Live I, so live I,

Το my Lord heartily,
To my Prince faithfully,
To my Neighbor honestly,
Die I, so die I.

CREEDS

Lutheran, Popish, Calvinistic, all these creeds and doctrines three

Extant are; but still the doubt is, where Christianity may be.

THE RESTLESS HEART

A mill-stone and the human heart are driven ever round ;

find.

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If they have nothing else to grind, they Who, through death, have unto God as

must themselves be ground.

cended!

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How I started up in the night, in the night,
Drawn on without rest or reprieval!
The streets, with their watchmen, were lost
to my sight,

As I wandered so light
In the night, in the night,
Through the gate with the arch medieval.

The mill-brook rushed from the rocky height,

I leaned o'er the bridge in my yearning;

Deep under me watched I the waves in their flight,

As they glided so light

In the night, in the night,

Yet backward not one was returning.

O'erhead were revolving, so countless and bright,

The stars in melodious existence; And with them the moon, more serenely bedight;

They sparkled so light

In the night, in the night,

Through the magical, measureless distance.

And upward I gazed in the night, in the night,

And again on the waves in their fleeting; Ah woe! thou hast wasted thy days in delight,

Now silence thou light,

In the night, in the night,

The remorse in thy heart that is beating.

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