THE HAPPIEST LAND. FRAGMENT OF A MODERN BALLAD. FROM THE GERMAN. THERE sat one day in quiet, The landlord's daughter filled their cups, Then sat they all so calm and still, And spake not one rude word. But, when the maid departed, And cried, all hot and flushed with wine, "Long live the Swabian land! 66 "The greatest kingdom upon earth "Ha!" cried a Saxon, laughing,- 66 I had rather live in Lapland, Than that Swabian land of thine! "The goodliest land on all this earth, It is the Saxon land! There have I as many maidens As fingers on this hand!” "Hold your tongues! both Swabian and Saxon!” A bold Bohemian cries; "If there's a heaven upon this earth, 66 In Bohemia it lies. There the tailor blows the flute, And the cobbler blows the horn, And the miner blows the bugle, * And then the landlord's daughter And said, 66 Ye may no more contend, There lies the happiest land!" THE WAVE FROM THE GERMAN OF TIEDGE. "WHITHER, thou turbid wave? "I am the Wave of Life, To wash from me the slime "The clouds are passing far and high, And everything, that can sing and fly, 66 66 'I greet thee, bonny boat! Whither, or whence, With thy fluttering golden band?" 'I greet thee, little bird! To the wide sea I haste from the narrow land. "Full and swollen is every sail; I have trusted all to the sounding gale, "And wilt thou, little bird, go with us? 66 66 I need not and seek not company, For the mainmast tall too heavy am I, High over the sails, high over the mast, When thy merry companions are still, at last, "Who neither may rest, nor listen may, I dart away, in the bright blue day, "Thus do I sing my weary song, WHITHER? FROM THE GERMAN OF MULLER. I HEARD a brooklet gushing I know not what came o'er me, Downward, and ever farther, And ever the brook beside; Is this the way I was going? What do I say of a murmur? That can no murmur be; "T is the water-nymphs, that are singing Their roundelays under me. |