The Poems of Schiller - Third period Part 13

Upon the priest, with helping hand, He placed the stole and sacred band, The vessels he prepared beside, That for the ma.s.s were sanctified.

And when his duties here were o'er, Holding the ma.s.s-book, he, Ministering to the priest, before The altar bowed his knee, And knelt him left, and knelt him right, While not a look escaped his sight, And when the holy Sanctus came, The bell thrice rang he at the name.

And when the priest, bowed humbly too, In hand uplifted high, Facing the altar, showed to view The present Deity, The sacristan proclaimed it well, Sounding the clearly-tinkling bell, While all knelt down, and beat the breast, And with a cross the Host confessed.

The rites thus served he, leaving none, With quick and ready wit; Each thing that in G.o.d's house is done, He also practised it.

Unweariedly he labored thus, Till the Vobisc.u.m Dominus, When toward the people turned the priest, Blessed them,--and so the service ceased.

Then he disposed each thing again, In fair and due array; First purified the holy fane, And then he went his way, And gladly, with a mind at rest, On to the iron-foundry pressed, Saying the while, complete to be, Twelve paternosters silently.

And when he saw the furnace smoke, And saw the workmen stand, "Have ye, ye fellows," thus he spoke, "Obeyed the Count's command?"

Grinning they ope the orifice, And point into the fell abyss: "He's cared for--all is at an end!

The Count his servants will commend."

The answer to his lord he brought, Returning hastily, Who, when his form his notice caught, Could scarcely trust his eye: "Unhappy one! whence comest thou?"-- "Back from the foundry"--"Strange, I vow!

Hast in thy journey, then, delayed?"-- "'Twas only, lord, till I had prayed."

"For when I from thy presence went (Oh pardon me!) to-day, As duty bid, my steps I bent To her whom I obey.

She told me, lord, the ma.s.s to hear, I gladly to her wish gave ear, And told four rosaries at the shrine, For her salvation and for thine."

In wonder deep the Count now fell, And, shuddering, thus spake he: "And, at the foundry, quickly tell, What answer gave they thee?"

"Obscure the words they answered in,-- Showing the furnace with a grin: 'He's cared for--all is at an end!

The Count his servants will commend.'"

"And Robert?" interrupted he, While deadly pale he stood,-- "Did he not, then, fall in with thee?

I sent him to the wood."-- "Lord, neither in the wood nor field Was trace of Robert's foot revealed."-- "Then," cried the Count, with awe-struck mien, "Great G.o.d in heaven his judge hath been!"

With kindness he before ne'er proved, He led him by the hand Up to the Countess,--deeply moved,-- Who naught could understand.

"This child, let him be dear to thee, No angel is so pure as he!

Though we may have been counselled ill, G.o.d and His hosts watch o'er him still."

THE GENIUS WITH THE INVERTED TORCH.

Lovely he looks, 'tis true, with the light of his torch now extinguished; But remember that death is not aesthetic, my friends!

THE COUNT OF HAPSBURG. [38]

A BALLAD.

At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array, In its halls renowned in old story, At the coronation banquet so gay King Rudolf was sitting in glory.

The meats were served up by the Palsgrave of Rhine, The Bohemian poured out the bright sparkling wine, And all the Electors, the seven, Stood waiting around the world-governing one, As the chorus of stars encircle the sun, That honor might duly be given.

And the people the lofty balcony round In a throng exulting were filling; While loudly were blending the trumpets' glad sound, The mult.i.tude's voices so thrilling; For the monarchless period, with horror rife, Has ended now, after long baneful strife, And the earth had a lord to possess her.

No longer ruled blindly the iron-bound spear, And the weak and the peaceful no longer need fear Being crushed by the cruel oppressor.

And the emperor speaks with a smile in his eye, While the golden goblet he seizes: "With this banquet in glory none other can vie, And my regal heart well it pleases; Yet the minstrel, the bringer of joy, is not here, Whose melodious strains to my heart are so dear, And whose words heavenly wisdom inspire; Since the days of my youth it hath been my delight, And that which I ever have loved as a knight, As a monarch I also require."

And behold! 'mongst the princes who stand round the throne Steps the bard, in his robe long and streaming, While, bleached by the years that have over him flown, His silver locks brightly are gleaming; "Sweet harmony sleeps in the golden strings, The minstrel of true love reward ever sings, And adores what to virtue has tended-- What the bosom may wish, what the senses hold dear; But say, what is worthy the emperor's ear At this, of all feasts the most splendid?"

"No restraint would I place on the minstrel's own choice,"

Speaks the monarch, a smile on each feature; "He obeys the swift hour's imperious voice, Of a far greater lord is the creature.

For, as through the air the storm-wind on-speeds,-- One knows not from whence its wild roaring proceeds-- As the spring from hid sources up-leaping, So the lay of the bard from the inner heart breaks While the might of sensations unknown it awakes, That within us were wondrously sleeping."

Then the bard swept the cords with a finger of might, Evoking their magical sighing: "To the chase once rode forth a valorous knight, In pursuit of the antelope flying.

His hunting-spear bearing, there came in his train His squire; and when o'er a wide-spreading plain On his stately steed he was riding, He heard in the distance a bell tinkling clear, And a priest, with the Host, he saw soon drawing near, While before him the s.e.xton was striding."

"And low to the earth the Count then inclined, Bared his head in humble submission, To honor, with trusting and Christian-like mind, What had saved the whole world from perdition.

But a brook o'er the plain was pursuing its course, That swelled by the mountain stream's headlong force, Barred the wanderer's steps with its current; So the priest on one side the blest sacrament put, And his sandal with nimbleness drew from his foot, That he safely might pa.s.s through the torrent."

"'What wouldst thou?' the Count to him thus began, His wondering look toward him turning: 'My journey is, lord, to a dying man, Who for heavenly diet is yearning; But when to the bridge o'er the brook I came nigh, In the whirl of the stream, as it madly rushed by With furious might 'twas uprooted.

And so, that the sick the salvation may find That he pants for, I hasten with resolute mind To wade through the waters barefooted.'"

"Then the Count made him mount on his stately steed, And the reins to his hands he confided, That he duly might comfort the sick in his need, And that each holy rite be provided.

And himself, on the back of the steed of his squire, Went after the chase to his heart's full desire, While the priest on his journey was speeding And the following morning, with thankful look, To the Count once again his charger he took, Its bridle with modesty leading."

"'G.o.d forbid that in chase or in battle,' then cried The Count with humility lowly, 'The steed I henceforward should dare to bestride That had borne my Creator so holy!

And if, as a guerdon, he may not be thine, He devoted shall be to the service divine, Proclaiming His infinite merit, From whom I each honor and earthly good Have received in fee, and my body and blood, And my breath, and my life, and my spirit.'"

"'Then may G.o.d, the sure rock, whom no time can e'er move, And who lists to the weak's supplication, For the honor thou pay'st Him, permit thee to prove Honor here, and hereafter salvation!

Thou'rt a powerful Count, and thy knightly command Hath blazoned thy fame through the Switzer's broad land; Thou art blest with six daughters admired; May they each in thy house introduce a bright crown, Filling ages unborn with their glorious renown'-- Thus exclaimed he in accents inspired."

And the emperor sat there all-thoughtfully, While the dream of the past stood before him; And when on the minstrel he turned his eye, His words' hidden meaning stole o'er him; For seeing the traits of the priest there revealed, In the folds of his purple-dyed robe he concealed His tears as they swiftly coursed down.

And all on the emperor wonderingly gazed, And the blest dispensations of Providence praised, For the Count and the Caesar were one.

THE FORUM OF WOMAN.

Woman, never judge man by his individual actions; But upon man as a whole, pa.s.s thy decisive decree.

THE GLOVE.

A TALE.

Before his lion-court, Impatient for the sport, King Francis sat one day; The peers of his realm sat around, And in balcony high from the ground Sat the ladies in beauteous array.

And when with his finger he beckoned, The gate opened wide in a second,-- And in, with deliberate tread, Enters a lion dread, And looks around Yet utters no sound; Then long he yawns And shakes his mane, And, stretching each limb, Down lies he again.

Again signs the king,-- The next gate open flies, And, lo! with a wild spring, A tiger out hies.