第 214 节
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  Fruits of the earth ennobles to heavenly things; and removes
  all
  Sin and the guerdon of sin。 Only Love with his arms wide
  extended;
  Penitence wee ping and praying; the Will that is tried; and
  whose gold flows
  Purified forth from the flames; in a word; mankind by Atonement
  Breaketh Atonement's bread; and drinketh Atonement's wine…cup。
  But he who cometh up hither; unworthy; with hate in his bosom;
  Scoffing at men and at God; is guilty of Christ's blessed body;
  And the Redeemer's blood! To himself he eateth and drinketh
  Death and doom ! And from this; preserve us; thou heavenly
  Father!
  Are ye ready; ye children; to eat of the bread of Atonement?
  Thus with emotion he asked; and together answered the children;
  〃Yes!〃 with deep sobs interrupted。 Then read he the due
  supplications;
  Read the Form of Communion; and in chimed the organ and anthem:
  〃O Holy Lamb of God; who takest away our transgressions;
  Hear us! give us thy peace! have mercy; have mercy upon us!〃
  Th' old man; with trembling hand; and heavenly pearls on his
  eyelids;
  Filled now the chalice and paten; and dealt round the mystical
  symbols。
  Oh; then seemed it to me as if God; with the broad eye of
  midday;
  Clearer looked in at the windows; and all the trees in the
  church yard
  Bowed down their summits of green; and the grass on the graves
  'gan to shiver
  But in the children (I noted it well ; I knew it) there ran a
  Tremor of holy rapture along through their ice…cold members。
  Decked like an altar before them; there stood the green earth;
  and above it
  Heaven opened itself; as of old before Stephen; they saw there
  Radiant in glory the Father; and on his right hand the
  Redeemer。
  Under them hear they the clang of harpstrings; and angels from
  gold clouds
  Beckon to them like brothers; and fan with their pinions of
  purple。
  Closed was the Teacher's task; and with heaven in their
  hearts and their faces;
  Up rose the children all; and each bowed him; weeping full
  sorely;
  Downward to kiss that reverend hand; but all of them pressed he
  Moved to his bosom; and laid; with a prayer; his hands full of
  blessings;
  Now on the holy breast; and now on the innocent tresses。
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  KING CHRISTIAN
  A NATIONAL SONG OF DENMARK
  King Christian stood by the lofty mast
  In mist and smoke;
  His sword was hammering so fast;
  Through Gothic helm and brain it passed;
  Then sank each hostile hulk and mast;
  In mist and smoke。
  〃Fly!〃 shouted they; 〃fly; he who can!
  Who braves of Denmark's Christian
  The stroke?〃
  Nils Juel gave heed to the tempest's roar;
  Now is the hour!
  He hoisted his blood…red flag once more;
  And smote upon the foe full sore;
  And shouted Loud; through the tempest's roar;
  〃Now is the hour!〃
  〃Fly!〃 shouted they; 〃for shelter fly!
  Of Denmark's Juel who can defy
  The power?〃
  North Sea! a glimpse of Wessel rent
  Thy murky sky!
  Then champions to thine arms were sent;
  Terror and Death glared where he went;
  From the waves was heard a wail; that
  rent
  Thy murky sky!
  From Denmark; thunders Tordenskiol';
  Let each to Heaven commend his soul;
  And fly!
  Path of the Dane to fame and might!
  Dark…rolling wave!
  Receive thy friend; who; scorning flight
  Goes to meet danger with despite;
  Proudly as thou the tempest's might
  Dark…rolling wave!
  And amid pleasures and alarm;
  And war and victory; be thine arms
  My grave!
  THE ELECTED KNIGHT
  Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain;
  Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide;
  But never; ah never can meet with the man
  A tilt with him dare ride。
  He saw under the hillside
  A Knight full well equipped;
  His steed was black; his helm was barred;
  He was riding at full speed。
  He wore upon his spurs
  Twelve little golden birds;
  Anon he spurred his steed with a clang;
  And there sat all the birds and sang。
  He wore upon his mail
  Twelve little golden wheels;
  Anon in eddies the wild wind blew;
  And round and round the wheels they flew。
  He wore before his breast
  A lance that was poised in rest;
  And it was sharper than diamond…stone;
  It made Sir Oluf's heart to groan。
  He wore upon his helm
  A wreath of ruddy gold;
  And that gave him the Maidens Three;
  The youngest was fair to behold。
  Sir Oluf questioned the Knight eftsoon
  If he were come from heaven down;
  〃Art thou Christ of Heaven;〃 quoth he;
  〃So will I yield me unto thee。〃
  〃I am not Christ the Great;
  Thou shalt not yield thee yet;
  I am an Unknown Knight;
  Three modest Maidens have me bedight。〃
  〃Art thou a Knight elected;
  And have three Maidens thee bedight
  So shalt thou ride a tilt this day;
  For all the Maidens' honor!〃
  The first tilt they together rode
  They put their steeds to the test;
  The second tilt they together rode;
  They proved their manhood best。
  The third tilt they together rode;
  Neither of them would yield;
  The fourth tilt they together rode;
  They both fell on the field。
  Now lie the lords upon the plain;
  And their blood runs unto death;
  Now sit the Maidens in the high tower;
  The youngest sorrows till death。
  CHILDHOOD
  BY JENS IMMANUEL BAGGESEN
  There was a time when I was very small;
  When my whole frame was but an ell in height;
  Sweetly; as I recall it; tears do fall;
  And therefore I recall it with delight。
  I sported in my tender mother's arms;
  And rode a…horseback on best father's knee;
  Alike were sorrows; passions and alarms;
  And gold; and Greek; and love; unknown to me;
  Then seemed to me this world far less in size;
  Likewise it seemed to me less wicked far;
  Like points in heaven; I saw the stars arise;
  And longed for wings that I might catch a star。
  I saw the moon behind the island fade;
  And thought; 〃Oh; were I on that island there;
  I could find out of what the moon is made;
  Find out how large it is; how round; how fair!〃
  Wondering; I saw God's sun; through western skies;
  Sink in the ocean's golden lap at night;
  And yet upon the morrow early rise;
  And paint the eastern heaven with crimson light;
  And thought of God; the gracious Heavenly Father;
  Who made me; and that lovely sun on high;
  And all those pearls of heaven thick…strung together;
  Dropped; clustering; from his hand o'er all the sky。
  With childish reverence; my young lips did say
  The prayer my pious mother taught to me:
  〃O gentle God! oh; let me strive alway
  Still to be wise; and good; and follow Thee!〃
  So prayed I for my father and my mother;
  And for my sister; and for all the town;
  The king I knew not; and the beggar…brother;
  Who; bent with age; went; sighing; up and down。
  They perished; the blithe days of boyhood perished;
  And all the gladness; all the peace I knew!
  Now have I but their memory; fondly cherished;
  God! may I never lose that too!
  FROM THE GERMAN
  THE HAPPIEST LAND
  There sat one day in quiet;
  By an alehouse on the Rhine;
  Four hale and hearty fellows;
  And drank the precious wine。
  The landlord's daughter filled their cups;
  Around the rustic board
  Then sat they all so calm and still;
  And spake not one rude word。
  But; when the maid departed;
  A Swabian raised his hand;
  And cried; all hot and flushed with wine;
  〃Long live the Swabian land!
  〃The greatest kingdom upon earth
  Cannot with that compare
  With all the stout and hardy men
  And the nut…brown maidens there。
  〃Ha!〃 cried a Saxon; laughing;
  And dashed his heard with wine;
  〃I had rather live in Laplaud;
  Than that Swabian land of thine!
  〃The goodliest land on all this earth;
  It is the Saxon land
  There have I as many maidens
  As fingers on this hand!〃
  〃Hold your tongues! both Swabian
  and Saxon!〃
  A bold Bohemian cries;
  〃If there's a heaven upon this earth;
  In Bohemia it lies。
  〃There the tailor blows the flute;
  And the cobbler blows the horn;
  And the miner blows the bugle;
  Over mountain gorge and bourn。〃
  。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。
  And then the landlord's daughter
  Up to heaven raised her hand;
  And said; 〃Ye may no more contend;
  There lies the happiest land!〃
  THE WAVE
  BY CHRISTOPH AUGUST TIEDGE
  〃Whither; thou turbid wave?
  Whither; with so much haste;
  As if a thief wert thou?〃
  〃I am the Wave of Life;
  Stained with my margin's dust;
  From the struggle and the strife
  Of the narrow stream I fly
  To the Sea's immensity;
  To wash from me the slime
  Of the muddy banks of Time。〃
  THE DEAD
  BY ERNST STOCKMANN
  How they so softly rest;
  All they the holy ones;
  Unto who