The St. Cloud journal., 1871-04-13
I ~ For the ST. Cloud Journal.
THE MINsfREL's CURSE.
TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF
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IN long.forgotten ages, castle high and grand
Was glist'ning DER the meadows to oceans foaming
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Around it lovely gardens, with flowers sweet and
And crystal fountains gushing in .rainbows mystic
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proud, victorious monarch sits there upon his
throne; y.
Ferocious pale and cruel, he rules his realm alone
His thoughts are blood and horror, his eye beams
withering rage,
His words are scourgs and torture, with gore on
every page.
noble pair Of minstrels approached his palace gate
With sunny curls tho younger haired his aged
mate;
With ancient harp tho master high on his steed did
ride, = ~. IT,. ~ ,.n
The youth with golden lresscs stepped faithful by
his side.
The harper spoke, ''Tase courage; be bravs cheer
up, my son; 1'f..
Thy sweetest lays remember, let voice and heart
sound on;
Let thy most tender feelings IN Joy and sadpess stnrt
With music's 2eharmsa wen soften the monarch .
stony heart t;.,..-.. ...-
They stand beneath tho arches. In bright and pur.
: pie sheen, :.
On flashing throne reposes the monarch and his
The King in fearful grandeur, like northand's -addy
light, p" q .-'~
The Queen all love and swestness, like noonshins
paleand bright. s.. + =, >...rc u;
The hc:psr:ngs live; and warble, moved BY the
masters art,
And music, weird, phantastic, vibrates through
voice and heart; :! ...i;t T.
Al youthful notes ars gushins like clarion loud and
Gay,
masters ,oio. between Thorn lik. spirit. mourn.
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They sins Of sprinssene's bloasoms Of love in by.
gone times; -. .t, f.
OF liberty and manhood, Of truth and freedoms
chimes ;; ~'1';>.%i &Gi. ccHNIic ! 81 !.
Of ~ the trembling svsetne.. which human Aesrt
hath blessed,
Heroic thought and d.atng gthas7c cheers The human
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The gay and courtly circle saud dumb .nd silent BY
The monarch's mail Glad minions bow down to God
on high; '{sg. h'3'i,;.v*''T.>
The queen, in joy aud .sadness. at passions blind
Throw. down upon the min.t, els the rosebud from
"Ye have besuilsd my people, and now mislead my
wiier'
| Themonarch's voice sounds savage, with death and
carnage rife;
His flashing blade is:sinking deep in the singers
heart,
Bright streams Of gore are gushing where God-like
lays did start d.. =; l.. g.
Like clouds before the tempest flown Is the lstners
| swarm;
The susers lie is eDbius clasped in his master Z
arm;
He wraps his cloak around him, he lifts him hil
Tie, upright to ths.saddle the pale. the youthful
But meath the castles portals the master paused tt
rest, Nv
He graspsd his harp, tho beauteous, with magic uu
BIC Diess, .4s...,-.xf :.
And dashes it to ATOMS, its trssments strSw tn
grounds; y. :. -, --
Hark! how his voice, now horrid, through hall AM
garden sounds
"woe yel yehalls Of sple ldov; nesr charms Of min
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Rssound through court or palace, no song, no harp
er's play;
Nought but despair and anguish, and steps Of fright
sned slaves,
Till DER decay and ruin the ghost Of vengeance
"Woe, ye 70 beauteous gardens, in springs On
chanting grace,
Behold this pale this deadly, this ho,rorstrieke1
May tree and blossom withsr, may stream and fount
| ain dry,
That 70 in future ages stony desertlie er'
"woe, theel thou cruel tyrant; thou eur.e Of min
strelhood;
For naught be all thy striving for riches, fame o
| blood;
Thy name sha,lbe forgotten in dark oblivions night
Like thy last dying struggle in Times eternal fight.
The minstrel's curse. ascended, and heaven hsa,
| his call,
The halls are mould and rubbish, dseaysd tho pa
ace wall;
One solitary column Of splendor speaks and nigh
But crumbling and decaying may fall, before to.n;gh
1uste~d Of dow'ry gardens, but heath and dsse,
| land; !, -,
No t,ee for cooling shadows, no spring throug
burning sand.
dis name IL lost, forgotten, like dust beneath
hea1e,
Sunk down in dark oblivion, the mipstrsl's With
! ing curse. ti -