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  small;
  Though with patience he stands waiting; with exactness grinds he
  all。
  TRUTH
  When by night the frogs are croaking; kindle but a torch's fire;
  Ha! how soon they all are silent!  Thus Truth silences the liar。
  RHYMES
  If perhaps these rhymes of mine should sound not well in
  strangers' ears;
  They have only to bethink them that it happens so with theirs;
  For so long as words; like mortals; call a fatherland their own;
  They will be most highly valued where they are best and longest
  known。
  SILENT LOVE
  Who love would seek;
  Let him love evermore
  And seldom speak;
  For in love's domain
  Silence must reign;
  Or it brings the heart
  Smart
  And pain。
  BLESSED ARE THE DEAD
  BY SIMON DACH
  Oh; how blest are ye whose toils are ended!
  Who; through death; have unto God ascended!
  Ye have arisen
  From the cares which keep us still in prison。
  We are still as in a dungeon living;
  Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving;
  Our undertakings
  Are but toils; and troubles; and heart…breakings。
  Ye meanwhile; are in your chambers sleeping;
  Quiet; and set free from all our weeping;
  No cross nor trial
  Hinders your enjoyments with denial。
  Christ has wiped away your tears for ever;
  Ye have that for which we still endeavor。
  To you are chanted
  Songs which yet no mortal ear have haunted。
  Ah! who would not; then; depart with gladness;
  To inherit heaven for earthly sadness?
  Who here would languish
  Longer in bewailing and in anguish?
  Come; O Christ; and loose the chains that bind us!
  Lead us forth; and cast this world behind us!
  With Thee; the Anointed;
  Finds the soul its joy and rest appointed。
  WANDERER'S NIGHT…SONGS
  BY JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE
  I
  Thou that from the heavens art;
  Every pain and sorrow stillest;
  And the doubly wretched heart
  Doubly with refreshment fillest;
  I am weary with contending!
  Why this rapture and unrest?
  Peace descending
  Come; ah; come into my breast!
  II
  O'er all the hill…tops
  Is quiet now;
  In all the tree…tops
  Hearest thou
  Hardly a breath;
  The birds are asleep in the trees:
  Wait; soon like these
  Thou too shalt rest。
  REMORSE
  BY AUGUST VON PLATEN
  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 mediaeval。
  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。
  FORSAKEN。
  Something the heart must have to cherish;
  Must love and joy and sorrow learn;
  Something with passion clasp or perish;
  And in itself to ashes burn。
  So to this child my heart is clinging;
  And its frank eyes; with look intense;
  Me from a world of sin are bringing
  Back to a world of innocence。
  Disdain must thou endure forever;
  Strong may thy heart in danger be!
  Thou shalt not fail! but ah; be never
  False as thy father was to me。
  Never will I forsake thee; faithless;
  And thou thy mother ne'er forsake;
  Until her lips are white and breathless;
  Until in death her eyes shall break。
  ALLAH
  BY SIEGFRIED AUGUST MAHLMANN
  Allah gives light in darkness;
  Allah gives rest in pain;
  Cheeks that are white with weeping
  Allah paints red again。
  The flowers and the blossoms wither;
  Years vanish with flying fleet;
  But my heart will live on forever;
  That here in sadness beat。
  Gladly to Allah's dwelling
  Yonder would I take flight;
  There will the darkness vanish;
  There will my eyes have sight。
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  FROM THE ANGLO…SAXON
  THE GRAVE
  For thee was a house built
  Ere thou wast born;
  For thee was a mould meant
  Ere thou of mother camest。
  But it is not made ready;
  Nor its depth measured;
  Nor is it seen
  How long it shall be。
  Now I bring thee
  Where thou shalt be;
  Now I shall measure thee;
  And the mould afterwards。
  Thy house is not
  Highly timbered;
  It is unhigh and low;
  When thou art therein;
  The heel…ways are low;
  The side…ways unhigh。
  The roof is built
  Thy breast full nigh;
  So thou shalt in mould
  Dwell full cold;
  Dimly and dark。
  Doorless is that house;
  And dark it is within;
  There thou art fast detained
  And Death hath the key。
  Loathsome is that earth…house;
  And grim within to dwell。
  There thou shalt dwell;
  And worms shall divide thee。
  Thus thou art laid;
  And leavest thy friends
  Thou hast no friend;
  Who will come to thee;
  Who will ever see
  How that house pleaseth thee;
  Who will ever open
  The door for thee;
  And descend after thee;
  For soon thou art loathsome
  And hateful to see。
  BEOWULF'S EXPEDITION TO HEORT。
  Thus then; much care…worn;
  The son of Healfden
  Sorrowed evermore;
  Nor might the prudent hero
  His woes avert。
  The war was too hard;
  Too loath and longsome;
  That on the people came;
  Dire wrath and grim;
  Of night…woes the worst。
  This from home heard
  Higelac's Thane;
  Good among the Goths;
  Grendel's deeds。
  He was of mankind
  In might the strongest;
  At that day
  Of this life;
  Noble and stalwart。
  He bade him a sea…ship;
  A goodly one; prepare。
  Quoth he; the war…king;
  Over the swan's road;
  Seek he would
  The mighty monarch;
  Since he wanted men。
  For him that journey
  His prudent fellows
  Straight made ready;
  Those that loved him。
  They excited their souls;
  The omen they beheld。
  Had the good…man
  Of the Gothic people
  Champions chosen;
  Of those that keenest
  He might find;
  Some fifteen men。
  The sea…wood sought he。
  The warrior showed;
  Sea…crafty man!
  The land…marks;
  And first went forth。
  The ship was on the waves;
  Boat under the cliffs。
  The barons ready
  To the prow mounted。
  The streams they whirled
  The sea against the sands。
  The chieftains bore
  On the naked breast
  Bright ornaments;
  War…gear; Goth…like。
  The men shoved off;
  Men on their willing way;
  The bounden wood。
  Then went over the sea…waves;
  Hurried by the wind;
  The ship with foamy neck;
  Most like a sea…fowl;
  Till about one hour
  Of the second day
  The curved prow
  Had passed onward
  So that the sailors
  The land saw;
  The shore…cliffs shining;
  Mountains steep;
  And broad sea…noses。
  Then was the sea…sailing
  Of the Earl at an end。
  Then up speedily
  The Weather people
  On the land went;
  The sea…bark moored;
  Their mail…sarks shook;
  Their war…weeds。
  God thanked they;
  That to them the sea…journey
  Easy had been。
  Then from the wall beheld
  The warden of the Scyldings;
  He who the sea…cliffs
  Had in his keeping;
  Bear o'er the balks
  The bright shields;
  The war…weapons speedily。
  Him the doubt disturbed
  In his mind's thought;
  What these men might be。
  Went then to the shore;
  On his steed riding;
  The Thane of Hrothgar。
  Before the host he shook
  His warden's…staff in hand;
  In measured words demanded:
  〃What men are ye
  War…gear wearing;
  Host in harness;
  Who thus the brown keel
  Over the water…street
  Leading come
  Hither over the sea?
  I these boundaries
  As shore…warden hold;
  That in the Land of the Danes
  Nothing loathsome
  With a ship…crew
  Scathe us might。 。 。 。
  Ne'er saw I mightier
  Earl upon earth
  Than is your own;
  Hero in harness。
  Not seldom this warrior
  Is in weapons distinguished;
  Never his beauty belies him;
  His peerless countenance!
  Now would I fain
  Your origin know;
  Ere ye forth
  As false spies
  Into the Land of the Danes
  Farther fare。
  Now; ye dwellers afar…off!
  Ye sailors of the sea!
  Listen to my
  One…fold thought。
  Quickest is best
  To make known
  Whence your coming may be。〃
  THE SOUL'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THE BODY
  FROM THE ANGLO…SAXON
  Much it behoveth
  Each one of mortals;
  That he his soul's journey
  In himself ponder;
  How deep it may be。
  When Death cometh;
  The bonds he breaketh
  By which were united
  The soul and the body。
  Long it is thenceforth
  Ere the soul taketh
  Fr