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"No summer's by one swallow made,

I've still heard people say,

And yet, methinks, cold winter comes
Each time thou fliest away."

Thus to a shepherd youth said once
A simple shepherd maid,
As, gathering buttercups, along

The river's bank they strayed:

"I don't know how that is," said he; "Perhaps the saying 's not true, But lest it should be, come with me, And we'll be swallows two;

"And 'twill be summer still with us,
Let's fly where'er we may,
Along the meads, or o'er the hills
And mountains far away."

She went with him, the shepherd maid,
She went with him, that day,

And of them both I think each time

The swallows come in May.

CARLSRUHE, May 12, 1856.

THERE are two words the German says

Oftener than any prayer,

The first of them it is "wohin?"

The second is "wohér?”

Wohin? wohér? Upon mine ear
Wohin? grates like a curse;

But when I hear him cry "wohér?"
Methinks wohér? sounds worse.

CARLSRUHE, May 15, 1856.

A cóld heart and unfurnished head
The man leave desolate,

Allied to princes though he be,
And boundless his estate.

But to the man of generous heart,
And loved, O Muse! by thee,
Even hermit's cell, and wilderness
Teem with society.

CARLSRUHE, May 19, 1856.

HEBEL.

HAIL, mighty Badish Orpheus! Hebel, hail!
With thy small wit and many witticisms,
And Alemannic doggrel, poems called
By all such Badeners as have perchance
Heard there was such a thing as poetry.

How I would like to have heard thee in the senate,
Advising statesmen about church affairs

Evangelist and Lutheran and Papist,

And right and wrong, and moral and immoral,

And catechism, and providence, and God;

Then, to the theatre the Kirchenrath'

And prelate, following, marked him in th' orchestra,
Ogling, and ogled by, the already thrice,

And soon a fourth time to be married, Hendel,
And, the play over, heard him, in the tavern,
Making acrostics on her, and, each time,

He cleared his pipe or drained his pot of beer,
Spewing the loved name forth in wreaths of smoke,
And blabbing of the kiss behind the scenes! *

O blest beyond the ordinary lot,

Wise without wisdom, without learning learned,

*See Extracts from Hebel's letters, contained in the account of his

life prefixed to the three volume Edition of his works, published at Stuttgart in 1847.

No less the sovereign's than the people's darling,
Philosopher who findest in the dinner
Provided for the spider in the fly,

Proof of God's providence for every creature, *
For this, at least, I praise thee and admire,
That thou hast given the lie genteel to Horace,
And shown that here in Baden if no where else,
Both Gods and columns patronise poetasters.
CARLSRUHE, May 4, 1856.

THE poor man is the carpet spread between The rough floor and the rich man's gouty foot. Tread on him softly, rich man, and be thankful; And if, at times, thou feel'st a wrinkle in him, Fly not into a passion, stamp not, rant not, Even for the sake of thine own gouty foot. CARLSRUHE, March 21, 1856.

* "Lueg, 's Spinnli merkts enanderno,
Es zuckt und springt und het sie scho.
Es denkt: "I ha viel Arbet g'ha,

Jez muessi au ne Brotis ha!"

I sags io, der wo alle git,

Wenns Zit isch, er vergisst ein nit."

HEBEL, Das Spinnlein.

Young Forester sings.

I NEVER hear the woodpecker's
Tap-tap upon the lime,
But I think of the tap-tap-tap

And hungry maw of Time.

But let me hear my Mary Anne's
Tap-tap upon the door,

And I think of the woodpecker's
And Time's tap-tap no more.

CARLSRUHE, March 19, 1856.

MY poem is the temple of the Muse,
Wherein she dwells in majesty divine;
I am the priest, commissioned to refuse
The curious idler access to the shrine.

Wash clean thine hands, and cast from thee away
All that the body and the soul defiles,

Then reverent come, to meditate and pray,

And I'll admit thee to the sacred aisles.

CARLSRUHE, May 14, 1856.

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