Staunton spectator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1849-1896, 1855-01-17
POETRY.
Frau uitt--A ryroIese Legend.

FROM THE GERMAN OF EBERT.
Translated for The "Spcciaior'' By ". r. G.
Where rough the road with dizzy sweep
Leads Ia the Inn below.
There sat upon the mighty steep
GID A beggar in her woe
A naked child lay in her arm
b In sweetest Slum5er ucked.
The tender mother wrapped it warm,
And walled thus, While she rocked.
"Thou dazzling boy. thou lovely child,
Short is thy earthly stay,
To sun aud snow aud storm blast Wild,
And every i'll prey!
.'Thou livest upon hard crusts alone,
% Which no one else can eat,
& An apple by spne kind hand thrown
Makes thee gladstone treat.
O. "Aud vet thy lovely eyes as clear
As the young mobiles shine,
The richest boys bright golden hair
Is not more bright than thine"
Thus waing while tears bitter hJwed,
N A noisy scene heard she;
e Agliuerjng trOop came down the road
Ia madiy boStegous glee
.,. On cream hned Turning stced was seen,
81 0fall most queenly far.
s,, lady clad it brilliant sheen,
--. Aud cleaning like star.
Frau Hit was this bright lady 5 name,
. Richest Of all around,
But poorest in her own good fame
4 Ofall Who could be found
With glowing eye, with hand on rein,
She proudly raised her head,
Then gazed on mountain and plain,
And looking back, she said;
,- cloak right aud left and far away,
Before, behiud around
Far as your iarlhest glance can stray
All lies within my bound
sl ... Full many a valiant vassal stands.
Awaiting each behest;
Here Pm a princess mid my lands,
Ifnot in purple dressed !"
The beggar heard, and quick she rose
Before the bright one there
Her wretched screaming child she shows,
Aud breaihes this hGalble prayer;
ooh. see this child. this wretehed form,
An. pity the puor thing
+" To cluthe the lille shiyerlng worm
bit OF linen fling"
The Inly RACED -''wretch art thou mad
Get linen where, pray
In silk all staff with gold Pm clad
~ ~ That flashes like the day!"
'l "Forbid it Gcd, that should crave
Aught named By me not uine!
Yet give what th1u wilt let me have,
And caaSt not miss, Of thine"
Then s,oa1nr 10 one side, Fran Hit,
Her eyes all spite aud scrn,
Broke from the craggy cltf bit,
And gave the puor iorlurn.
To lnaducss sturr the scorned one
az lells iii TIVE caEs;dJs roar:
"MayesJ taou be urued To hardest stone,
-, Who mQckest at the p9Or."
She shriekel-and nigh, The day conceals
, SiormS bowling onward dash,
The belIowng thunder rolls aud peals,
The kissing ligh'niugs fash
s. The Lady spurs her startled horse
IIeigh, Prancer. why So slow Z"
''Whip. heel she plies witliall her force
he stands. nor heeds blow
With sudden fliainess seized, the Frau
Feels all her bohlncSs ied,
Each siuev's strength is iang now.
Her curdled puse is dead.
And motonless each foot ani hand,
When down SIC would Lave sprung,
Ia wild despair she'd call her band,
But spelbouod is her tongue
And wan aud lowering grows her face,
And stiff that eye Of pride,
That polished tender iorin ol grace,
Grey, rugged. petrihed.
Beneath her rocky masses rise.
They lift themselves On high,
And mount up, till with giant size
They pierce the inurky sky
Around Frau Hit the thunder hows,
A stone farm high in air,
Aud wlul o'er IyrOl she scowls
Amid the lghtangs glare!