III. A STREET IN STRASBURG. Night. PRINCE HENRY wandering alone, wrapped in a cloak. PRINCE HENRY. Still is the night. The sound of feet In the dusk and damp of these walls of stone, Wander and weep in my remorse! CRIER OF THE DEAD, ringing a bell. PRINCE HENRY. Hark! with what accents loud and hoarse This warder on the walls of death CRIER OF THE DEAD. Wake! wake! All ye that sleep! Pray for the Dead! PRINCE HENRY. Why for the dead, who are at rest? Not in bright goblets crowned with roses, And tinkling as we touch their edges, CRIER OF THE DEAD. PRINCE HENRY. Wake not, beloved! be thy sleep The respirations of thy slumber, CRIER OF THE DEAD, at a distance. Lo! All ye that sleep! Pray for the Dead! Pray for the Dead! PRINCE HENRY. with what depth of blackness Against the clouds, far up the skies As from behind, the moon ascending, Lights its dim aisles and paths unknown! The wind is rising; but the boughs Only the cloudy rack behind, Below on the square, an armèd knight, Sits on his steed, and the moonbeams quiver Upon the points of his armor bright WALTER the Minnesinger. Friend! can you tell me where alight Thuringia's horsemen for the night? For I have lingered in the rear, PRINCE HENRY. I am a stranger in the town, As thou art; but the voice I hear WALTER. Like the arrow of the Israelite king PRINCE HENRY. My life, alas! is what thou seest! Strong, beautiful, and armed like thee Thou hast guessed rightly; and thy A hand to smite, a heart to feel! I scatter downward through the night grow Until they ripen into crime! SQUARE IN FRONT OF THE CATHEDRAL. Easter Sunday. FRIAR CUTHBERT preaching to the crowd from a pulpit in the open air. PRINCE HENRY and Elsie crossing the square. PRINCE HENRY. This is the day, when from the dead The Lord is risen; he is not here!" The churches are all decked with flow PRINCE HENRY. A pulpit in the open air, And a Friar, who is preaching to the crowd In a voice so deep and clear and loud, FRIAR CUTHBERT, gesticulating and cracking a postilion's whip. What ho! good people! do you not hear? Dashing along at the top of his speed, Booted and spurred, on his jaded steed, A courier comes with words of cheer. Courier! what is the news, I pray ? "Christ is arisen!" Whence come you? "From court." Then I do not believe it; you say it in sport. Cracks his whip again. Ah, here comes another, riding this way; We soon shall know what he has to say. Courier! what are the tidings to-day? "Christ is arisen!" Whence come you? "From town." Then I do not believe it; away with you, clown. Cracks his whip more violently. And here comes a third, who is spurring amain; What news do you bring, with your loose-hanging rein, Your spurs wet with blood, and your bridle with foam? "Christ is arisen!" Whence come you? "From Rome." Ah, now I believe. He is risen, indeed. Ride on with the news, at the top of That from mouth of brass, as from Mouth your speed! should carry The tidings thereof to the Virgin Mary, Pierced to the heart with sorrows seven. Old Father Adam was first to propose, As being the author of all our woes; But he was refused, for fear, said they, He would stop to eat apples on the way! Abel came next, but petitioned in vain, Because he might meet with his brother Cain! Noah, too, was refused, lest his weakness for wine Should delay him at every tavern-sign; And John the Baptist could not get a vote, On account of his old-fashioned camel'shair coat; And the Penitent Thief, who died on the cross, Was reminded that all his bones were broken! Til at last, when each in turn had spoken, The company being still at loss, And said to the Virgin, "The Lord is arisen!" The Cathedral bells ring. But hark! the bells are beginning to chime; And I feel that I am growing hoarse. Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw, of Gold, May be taught the Testaments, New and Old. And above it the great cross-beam of wood Representeth the Holy Rood, Upon which, like the bell, our hopes are hung. And the wheel wherewith it is swayed and rung Is the mind of man, that round and round Sways, and maketh the tongue to sound! And the rope, with its twisted cordage three, Denoteth the Scriptural Trinity That we touch upon matters high and low; And the constant change and transmutation Of action and of contemplation, Downward, the Scripture brought from on high, Upward, exalted again to the sky; And now, my hearers, to make an end, Christ bring us at last to his felicity! IN THE CATHEDRAL. CHANT. Kyrie Eleison! Christe Eleison! This way, that way, beaten and swung, The portraits of the family of God! |