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Hail, mighty Badish Orpheus! Hebel, hail!
O blest beyond the ordinary lot,
* 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,
CARLSRUHE, May 4, 1856.
THE póor man is the carpet spread between
CARLSRUHE, March 21, 1856.
* “Lueg, 's Spinnli merkts enanderno,
Es zuckt und springt und het sie scho.
HEBEL, Das Spinnlein.
Young Forester sings.
I NEVER hear the woodpecker's
Tap-tap upon the lime,
And hungry maw of Time.
But let me hear my Mary Anne's
Tap-tap upon the door,
And Time's tap-tap no more.
CARLSRUHE, March 19, 1856.
My poem is the temple of the Muse,
CARLSRUHE, May 14, 1856.
I WALKED, in the sun, by the side of a wood,
Where the butterflies round me fluttered, And the woodbine her purple buds spread to the warmth,
And the throstle his spring greeting uttered.
I laid myself down on the dry, mossy bank,
By the silver pine's graceful boughs shaded, And gázed on the blue heaven until the sun set,
And the light from the landscape faded.
And my daughter beside me lay on the bank,
And a tear in her young eye glistened,
That with ús to the throstle once listened.
So I kissed the tear from her daughter's eye,
The tear for the dead that glistened, And we rose, and left that dry, mossy bank,
And no more to the throstle listened.
In the HARDTWALD, beside CARLSRUHE; March 9, 1856.
"Weiss der Sänger, dieser Viere
The poet must know how to sing
Of war and love and wine, But from all three stay far away,
If he would be divine.
Still more the poet must know how
Folly to scourge and vice, And, as the Koran, full must be
His book, of wise advice.
Such Hafiz was; well Hafiz knew
Right to divide from wrong, And bitter wholesome, honey sweet
Was Hafiz' well mixed song.
Like Hafiz let him sing of war
And love and wine and truth, And of the old be still the friend,
And still the guide of youth.
And let the poet keep from courts,
And walk erect and free,
But never bend the knce.