The record-union., 1895-12-21
(For the Record -Union.)
THE MAID OF TYROL.
a LEGEND on BREGENz

1AE MAID OF 14 ROL.
A LEGEND OF BREGENz.
| What's her name? Why, the angels may
! answer, not /
But her deed is much stronger; that never
! can die.
And a deed (after alb for song is much
| better
Than to play hide-and-seek in the search
| of letter.
| And what is a name, but the sound of
| gong?
But deed is the thing that gives soul to
song.
The world was twice conquered, and once
| by a name
Acknowledgment, broad, heavy letters for
The name took the world, and the man
| took the cup,
And after he'd conquered, he drank him
self up.
BY deed it was conquered-a babe and
| boy
A man and a savior-a life and joy
All the earth and the stars cast their
| eyes on the tree,
And the song of all songs is the worlds
| Calvary.
But the tale-till the angels give back
| what they stole,
You may call it the daughter-the Maid of
| Tyrol:
They may keep what they took the whole
heaven long
But they can't rob from earth what she
breathed into song.
Lake Constance though young, was three
| hundred years younger,
And Bregenz, though strong, was three
| hundred years stronger;
! For the beautiful lake every year is a
| child
In its border and breath, though its face
| may have smiled
| In the first sun that painted old Eden with
| glory,
And set the first crown for humanitys
story
And Bregenz was stronger as trial makes
! strong,
For the conquering note is adversity's
song.
And three hundred years back the Maid of
| Tyro
Left her home in Bregenz, and so softly
| she stole
| That the latch-key in lifting kept time
with her heart,
And the house held its breath when it saw
her depart,
! For the angels were in every thought of
| the child,
And they watched her each step of the
way, and they smiled
When they saw her across the rivers
To seek new home on the Switzerland
| side.
And she found one, she hardly could seek
| one in vain,
Her face was the passkey of entrance
| would gain,
Her way into heaven, no inquisitive saint
Could have read from her eyes and denied
her complaint.
She was young, with no parents, and only
her kin,
And they were all poor but had taken
And she saw all too soon with wisdom's
young eyes
| Too many by one-years may make US
| wise,
But the wisdom of instinct is childhood's
| defense,
And the word without art is the souls
| eloquence.
Her hands, always willing, soon found her
| employ,
| And her heart, all so artleSS, Welled over
| with joy.
Her playmates all joined in her Tyrolese
| songs,
And she learned every lay that told
| SWitZerland's wrongs.
The cattle all knew her and came at her
! call
She held all she won, and she conquered
The whole herd of dumb brutes-the har-
! moniouS soul
Plays the whole harp at once, and the
| wonderful roll
Is the voice of creation, all animate things
| Are in vocal accord-the whole universe
rings.
| the vine
To grasp with it's tendrils and quietly
| twine
| The whole trunk of the roof tree-she had
all the wealth
That transcends other riches, in beauty
and health.
Her memory f1oated away with the years
Till she cast no lingering look through her
To her home on the lake. The faces all
| tded;
And the army of infancy no more invaded
The shrine of her busy and blossoming
heart;
She was cheerfully building and bearing
| her part.
The child was a maid, and the maid was
woman
That statliest spire in the temple called
| human.
She was all of her Swiss, but the thought
of her birth:
She was bound by the tenderest ties upon
earth,
Enshrined in the circle of which she was
| part,
Love lighted each pulse of her glowing
| young heart.
A hoarse whisper of war f1oated in on the
The birds lowered their notes, and the
murmuring trees
| Seemed to catch from the mountains the
ominouS sound,
All nature in sympathy grimaced and
| froWned-
When the pulse of nation beats fevered
and fast
We never can measure the shadow thus
cast;
1t crosses deep chasms too broad for our
eyes
Can the wisdom of force make humanity
| wise?
The maids eager ear caught the whisper
| intense
OF a stealthy attack on the town of Bre-
| genZ.
The Sweitzers were massing in nightly
array
To make the assault ere the coming of
day
| They were friends, they were fathers and
| lovers till then,
| But she saw through the shadows the
| fierce armed meh,
| And she felt they were foes to her city
| and kin
| She would save both or diei She must
| hasten to Wini
She was strong in the conscious endeavor
| of right,
| And she passed out unknown and alone
to the night.
The stall being near, she whispered her
need
In the ear of her faithful, her beautiful
! Steed:
He was Tyrolese blood from over the
| Rhine,
And she called him her jewel, her fleet
| ''Litchenstein.
She mounted in haste, and she turned his
bright face
Toward home and city; he quickened his
| pace
With her hearts quckened pulsei he
| flew with her thought
| He knew every wish and each impulse he
| caught.
Down the banks to the river, and through