Rhymes from the Rhineland . the long, long way Round the world,The stars said, May we go with you all day Round the world?The sun, fierce and angry, cried, You stay athome! Ill burn out your golden eyes if you roamIn my swift, fiery way round the world. The stars went softly to the moon so fair, In the night,Said, O queen, whose throne is the fleecy air, In the nightLet us go with you, for your gentle rayWill neer burn our little bright eyes she chose her dear friends of the night. ERNST MOSIZ ARNDT (1769-1860). [47] DO LIKEWISE The sun looks with a gladsome raySo kindly in the world a
Rhymes from the Rhineland . the long, long way Round the world,The stars said, May we go with you all day Round the world?The sun, fierce and angry, cried, You stay athome! Ill burn out your golden eyes if you roamIn my swift, fiery way round the world. The stars went softly to the moon so fair, In the night,Said, O queen, whose throne is the fleecy air, In the nightLet us go with you, for your gentle rayWill neer burn our little bright eyes she chose her dear friends of the night. ERNST MOSIZ ARNDT (1769-1860). [47] DO LIKEWISE The sun looks with a gladsome raySo kindly in the world all day: Bring thou glad cheer To friends most dear. The tree lifts up its branches high,In sun and storm points to the sky: Be brave and strong All thy life long. The fountain springs and ripples light,Swift flow the bubbling waters bright: Spring light and gay To tasks each day. The wild birds song is full of glee,Grateful for sunshine, fountain, tree: So fill thy days With songs of praise. ROBERT REINICK (1805-1852). [48]. I THE GENERAL A RIDDLE Upon the first morning of the year, I wakened from sleep and cried, What cheer? As gayly a youth came tripping in With lightsome step and with gentle mien, And said, I pray thee give me quarter, Closer Ill cleave than son or daughter. I rubbed my eyes and looked in his face, Thought, Can I faith in the stranger place? Who knows the lightfoot, and is he sly? Will he cheat me if I in him rely? Then asked I of him, Who art thou, I pray? That must thou guess, did he archly say, I am a general, and my will Some three hundred loyal men fulfill; They shall all thy faithful servants be, If only I may abide with thee. Their noble chiefs are in robes of red, A snow-white crest on each royal head; Fifty and two in the ranks are found, And peace and good order there abound. Now every soldier, man for man, Grows dark as the blackest African, And from mornings dawn till dusk of night Hard toil and labor is their delight. [51] Yet deem it not as a f
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