. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . ely hall in the city of Worms, A festive table was laid ;The lamps a softened radiance shed, And sweet the music played. Then the Saxon prince, and Bavarias lord, And the Palsgrave of the Rhine,And Wiirtembergs monarch, Eberhard, Came into that hall to dine. Said the Saxon prince, with pride elate, My lords, I have wealth untold :There are gems in my mountain gorges great; In my valleys are mines of gold. Thou hast boasted well, said Bavarias lord, But mine is a nobler land :I have famous cities, and castled towns, And convents ol
. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . ely hall in the city of Worms, A festive table was laid ;The lamps a softened radiance shed, And sweet the music played. Then the Saxon prince, and Bavarias lord, And the Palsgrave of the Rhine,And Wiirtembergs monarch, Eberhard, Came into that hall to dine. Said the Saxon prince, with pride elate, My lords, I have wealth untold :There are gems in my mountain gorges great; In my valleys are mines of gold. Thou hast boasted well, said Bavarias lord, But mine is a nobler land :I have famous cities, and castled towns, And convents old and grand. And better still is my own fair land, Said the Palsgrave of the Rhine : There are sunny vineyards upon the hills ; In the valleys are presses of wine. 74 ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN NORTHERN LANDS. Then bearded Eberhard gently said, My lords, I have neither gold,Nor famous cities, nor castled towns, Nor convents grand and old. I have no vineyards upon the hills,In the valleys no presses of wine ; But God has given a treasure to meAs noble as any of EBERHARD. I wind my horn on the rocky steep,In the heart of the greenwood free, And I safely lay me down and sleepOn any subjects knee. Oh, then the princes were touched at heart,And they said, in that stately hall, Thou art richer than we, Count Eberhard ;Thy treasure is greater than all. GERMAN STORIES. 75 EQUALITY. The banners waved, the bugles rung, The fight was hot and hard ;Beneath the walls of Doffingen,Fast fell the ranks of Suabian menLed on by Eberhard. Count Ulric was a valiant youth, The son of Eberhard ;The banners waved, the bugles rung,His spearmen on the foe he flung, And pressed them sore and hard. Ulric is slain ! the nobles cried, —The bugles ceased to blow ; But soon the monarchs order ran : My son is as another man,Press boldly on the foe ! And fiercer now the fight began,And harder fell each blow ; But still the monarchs order ran : My son is as another man,Press, press upon the foe ! Oh, many fel
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