By street and by lane held in awe, sirs;And may be seen, like old Frederick the Great,
And there I'll pay homage
THOUGH tempers are bad and peevish folks swear,Remember to ruffle thy brows, friend, ne'er;And let not the fancies of women so fairE'er serve thy pleasure in life to impair.
WITHIN a town where parityAccording to old form we see,--That is to say, where CatholicAnd Protestant no quarrels pick,And where, as in his father's day,Each worships God in his own way,We Luth'ran children used to dwell,By songs and sermons taught as well.The Catholic clingclang in truthSounded more pleasing to our youth,For all that we encounter'd there,To us seem'd varied, joyous, fair.As children, monkeys, and mankindTo ape each other are inclin'd,We soon, the time to while away,A game at priests resolved to play.Their aprons all our sisters lentFor copes, which gave us great content;And handkerchiefs, embroider'd o'er,Instead of stoles we also wore;Gold paper, whereon beasts were traced,The bishop's brow as mitre graced.
So, by the harsh decree of Fate,
Baldest farewell, nor camest aught for me.Twofold my parting, leaving me all lonely,--
Over the old one,
And we too to swell thy praise,Such a miracle would hear.
Children of wisdom,--remember the word!"
No safety there they meet!The soldiers fill the Street,With fire and sword the wreck complete:No safety there they meet!
SEE the rock-born stream!Like the gleamOf a star so brightKindly spiritsHigh above the cloudsNourished him while youthfulIn the copse between the cliffs.
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