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The strings were hush'd-the knights made way
For the queenly mother's tread,
As up the hall, in dark array,
Two fair-hair'd boys she led.
She led them ev'n to the Kaiser's place,
And still before him stood;
Till, with strange wonder, o'er his face
And "Speak, my mother! speak!" he cried,
And the clinging children by thy side,
"Well may a mourning vest be mine,
In each fair little one!
Tho' grief awhile within their eyes
Hath tamed the dancing glee,
Yet there thine own quick spirit lies
Thy brother's children see?
"And where is he, thy brother, where? He, in thy home that grew,
And smiling, with his sunny hair,
Ever to greet thee flew?
How would his arms thy neck entwine,
His fond lips press thy brow!
"What! from their gentle eyes doth nought
Kind was thy boyish heart and true,
When rear'd together there,
Thro' the old woods like fawns
Where is thy brother-where?
"Well didst thou love him then, and he
Still at thy side was seen!
How is it that such things can be,
As tho' they near had been?
Evil was this world's breath, which came
Now must the tears of grief and shame
"And let them, let them there be pour'd!
Thine own wrung heart, to love restor❜d,
Oh! death is mighty to make peace ;
Now bid his work be done!
many an inward strife shall cease
Take, take these babes, my son!"
His eye was dimm'd--the strong man shook With feelings long suppress'd;
Up in his arms the boys he took,
And strain'd them to his breast.
And a shout from all in the royal hall
Burst forth to hail the sight;
And eyes were wet, midst the brave that met
At the Kaiser's feast that night.
TASSO AND HIS SISTER.
"Devant vous est Sorrente; là démeuroit la soeur de Tasse, quand il vint en pélérin demander à cette obscure amie, un asyle contre l'injustice des princes,-Ses longues douleurs avaient presque egaré sa raison; il ne lui restoit plus que son génie."-Corinne.
SHE sat, where on each wind that sigh'd,
The citron's breath went by,
While the red gold of eventide
Burn'd in th' Italian sky.
Her bower was one where daylight's close
Full oft sweet laughter found,
As thence the voice of childhood rose