New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1882-09-03
XxXv.


Tn camp OF i'm chase or in merry making
lie still had n heart that was always aching.
And though he was newly we'd,
Had only wife who was dead.
When nagons were flowing, and guests were carous-
The king, with his head on his breast would BIO
| browsing,
And suddenly wake with sigh.
From dreaming of days gone by
xxxvII.
He rollicked and frolicked from midnight till NOR
Yet ever be cherished his love and his sorrow;
| And what though his revcls were great,
| His duty was done to the State
| xxxvIG
| A king yet lover Of liberty ever,
| He wrought for his country with busy endeaVor-
| And proudly the chronicles say
| He never idle day.
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From morning till night he was building highway
| Or planting garden, or tracnga byway
| Or marking "A terraccd ridge,
| Or hnging the arch of bridge,
| No minon or drudge of the palace or castle,
| No dresser of vineyards, no henchman vassal,
No deliver or son of the SOIL ,
| Outryalled the monarch III toll.
| He hid in the scabbard the sword and the sabre;
| lie took for bis sceptre the hammer OF labor;
And dotling his helm and his plume,
lie ruled By the plough and the loom.
| XIII.
| He iraversed his kingdom from centre to border;
| lie lifted ITS burdens he settled Its order;
Not Boosting of blood thai he split,
But proud of the cities he built.
Yet more than the building of turret or steeplo.
The pride of the king was TO build mp his people,
Aud leave. as the work Of his hand,
happy and prosperous land,
Xiv.
He won his reward in the love of the nation
Till pillar and sta tue and festal ovation
Bore witness, in city and town,
How well he had worn the crown.
At last n patriarch feeble and hoary.
lie babe a farewell TO his spendor and glory,
And gave with his dying tones
Commandment concerning his bones.
XLyL
He gave his decree wit tranquil decision.
And looked as he spakc, as ii seeing vision;
And lustre was in seye
As If lie were glad to die
lie talked of Katrina ard how he had told her
That both of their bodies together should moulder
And bade that his corpse, in the night,
BE carried to Rothenberg height =
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And there, without trapping or pompous adjoining,
His pail should be spread TIL the dawn of the morn
Ing =
And then, at lannon's boom,
The lid should be shut on the tomb.
XIX.
The people, who bore him with'tears to his sumber,
Forgot that his faults were legion in number
Or child him with gentle blame.
AS II III katTlua's name.
Through fifty long years lie had fingered behind
Ere up through the darkness he journeyed to find
her;
But. true to the promise he gave,
lie lies III Katrna's grave.
Serene on their Swabian height together
They sleep through he thunderous Alpine weather.
Awaiting, alOft in the skies
The day when the dead shall arise.
BALLAD OF A BABY.
AID. 1907
II was all in a hurry -scurry,
Duke and duchess in furry,
For at last with hope forlorn,
They had hed-O tale OF pity!-
From their sacked and burning city,
With their little babe newborn.
When Duke Friedrich sore defeated.
With his flying troops retTeated
Through the Neckars winding vale,
And the Zoe pursued for slaughter
Up from Frledrch's baby daughter
hose falnt and moaning wall.
"Now what ais the little being"
QuOth the sire, as they were fleeing
Fleeing wildly, holly pressed;
Aud the mother answered. signing
"Ah, the little thing is crying
For she needs her mothers breast"
Down the duke from saddle vaulted,
Shouting. :" Let the troops be halted
Let the iurics do their worst
Let tho cOuntry-fOk bctTay us
Let the conquerors find and slay us
But the baby shall be nuTsedW
SO within shady hollow.
Though the foe was soon TO follow,
And to tarry was to die.
Horse and rider stopped to water
While the little ducal daughter
Drank her milky fountain dry.
The pursuers would have chucklod
Had they seen the Daby sucked,
But they rode another way,
And they never set their clutches
On the happy duke and duchess.
For the baby saved the day!
VII.
Then the fugtives thouoh routed.
Being saved from slaughter, shouted
And they vowed, amid their joy.
That the babe, for that day s merit
Should the duca crown inherit
Just as if she were boy.
When at last the child so tender
Who had been the lands defender,
Was a peerless woman grown
Not flounced and signing chamer,
But an Amazon IN armOr,
She duchess on the throne