The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1854-04-19

:" The Troubadonr, o'cr many . plain,
Hath rUamCd uuwcaricL, bul in vain.''

Ihe Iroubaiour, o'cr many plain,
Hath roamcd unwcaricd, bul in vain
TIE sun was sinking behind the
vlnc'clad hills Of Germany, whc, a
traveller, weary and foot sore, stood
within the shadow Of 4 huge battle
mcntcd pile, over the gate of which
no shield hung, rs an invitation to nim.
the weary, to enter The heart oflhr
pilgrim sank sadly within him as he
gazcd around on the fair scene. now
gorgeous with the hucs Of the dying
day :anI the rose ,ints thrown DER
the water only served to remind him
OF home, far distant, rs lovely, and oh
how longcd for. He had wandered
full many mile, seeking for him
"i.ora he bad hot fnun1l rs -"d
now, toll worn: weary, and spiriticss.
ihu stood-as sai;! bvforc-;;i Tie
shadow Of the old lrowning castle. =
\ horn hung near the gate, and resting
before lie could summon sufficient
breath TO wind it: he blew a blast
anolllcr-still another. No answer
came to his sumons-anl he throws il
from him, rs almost exhausted he
sinks on rock, just bathcd in the
suns parting beams.
"OA! Richard, my master, what
have ! not encountered for thee and
yet It's in vain. Through the fair
plains Of my native Provence, in the
hostile land Of France, have sought
tidings, but without isucccss and now
my heart is sinking hopclcssly within
me and feel rs if | could lay down
herc--ayc! even here, beside these
nhosptablc walls, and die, were it moi,
for the thought of my G.ir-haired Alice.
Sadly, most sadly, comes into my
mind the remembrance OF our happy
days, ere you, my King, were welded
to the stately Bcrcnga,ia, or | had
knclt in homage at the feet Of my
gentle ladyclovc, Alice Of Branlcvnc
All joyous indeed, were those davs !
| And, whcn tired with our more manly
sports, we seized the harp, and made
the walls echo again with songs OF
battle and Of kniyhlIy deeds. Even
now, exhausted and dcspairing, one OF
our old dIlamiliar airs is straying through
i my brain, rs if it would fam have
words
And the minstrel unstrung from his
back the small nst.covcrcd harp, DER
which his fingers wandered i'll melody,
wild, yet beautiful, till at last break
ing forth III fuller and more inspiring
notes, he joined to The accompaniment
the music Of his mellow voice -
"Thinc hour is come, and the stake is sci,
The Sedan cried to the captive Knight
And the son sol the prophet, in t 0 gs, are
TO gaze on the fearful sight
But, DC our faith. by your lips confessed
The faith Of Mcccas shrine,
Cast down the rcd cross that marks thy yes
And life shall yet be thine i"
The minstrel paused in his song
and swept the strings in Il melodious
symphony, for it was the place where
his kinsly companion usually chimec
with the refrain.
| lIark what sounds come nor tc
his car! Is it the sigllins ofthc eve
nlhS $ breeze, that, plying his loncli
nc,s, thus brooding over the memory
Of the heart, has shaped its sympathy
into the following family echoed word
that are now borne on the quiet sum
mcr air -
81 have sccn the How Of my bosom's bloot
Aud gazcd with undauutcd eye;
have Lornc Tic bright cross tllro fire an,
sword,
And ,hink'st thou fc; + 10 die
have stood where thousands, hy Salem
towers,
Have fallen for the faith divine,
And the faith that chccred their closin
hours, "A
: Shall be the light OF nine Ss
g Holy Mary = gaspcl BlondcI
nov pale and trembling with the rc
inswal of hope. Can it be! Is