. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ends seemed no more new ones, their speech seemed no more strange;And when she led her cattle to every day,She ceased to look antl wonder on whicii side Bregenz lay. She spoke no more of Bregenz, with longing and with tears;Her Tyrol home seemed faded in a deep mist of years; A LEGEND OF BREGENZ. 53 She heeded not the rumors of Austrian war The men seemed stern and altered, with looks or strife; cast on the ground ; Each day she rose contented, to the calm With anxious faces
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ends seemed no more new ones, their speech seemed no more strange;And when she led her cattle to every day,She ceased to look antl wonder on whicii side Bregenz lay. She spoke no more of Bregenz, with longing and with tears;Her Tyrol home seemed faded in a deep mist of years; A LEGEND OF BREGENZ. 53 She heeded not the rumors of Austrian war The men seemed stern and altered, with looks or strife; cast on the ground ; Each day she rose contented, to the calm With anxious faces, one by one, the women toils of life. gathered round; All talk of flax, or spinning, or work, was Yet, when her masters children would clus- put away; tering round her stand, The very children seemed afraid to go alone She Bang them the old ballads of her own na- to play. tive land ; And when at morn and evening she knelt One day, out in the meadow with strangers before Gods throne, from the town. The accents of her childhood rose to her lips Some secret plan discussing, the men walked alone. up and Girt round with rugged mountains. And 80 she dwelt: the valley more peaceful year by year;When suddenly strange portents of some great deed seemed golden corn was bending upon its fragile farmers, heedless of their fields, paced up and down in talk. Yet now and then seemed watching a strange uncertain looked like lances mid the trees that stood below the stream. At eve they all assembled, all care and doubt were fled;With jovial laugh they feasted, the board was nobly spread. 54 A LEGEND OF BREGENZ. The elder of the village rose up, his glass in hand,And cried, We drink the downfall of an accursed land! •• The night is growing darker, ere one more day is flown,Bregenz, our foemens stronghold, Bregenz shall be our own ! The women shrank in terror, (yet pride, too, had her part,)But one poor Tyrol maiden felt death within her heart. Before h
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