28 Her tears of grief were tears of joy, As, folded in his strong embrace, 285 290 295 300 305 She looked in Esek Harden's face. "Oh, truest friend of all!" she said, He led her forth, and, blent in one, He led her through his dewy fields, To where the swinging lanterns glowed, "Good friends and neighbors!” Esek said, "She greets you kindly, one and all; The past is past, and all offence "Henceforth she stands no more alone: "Now let the merriest tales be told, "For now the lost has found a home; Well knew the tough old Teuton 20 The songs they still are singing Woodsy and wild and lonesome, 25 Down on the sharp-horned ledges 30 Woodsy and wild and lonesome, East and west and north and south; Only the village of fishers Down at the river's mouth; Only here and there a clearing, With its farm-house rude and new, 35 And tree-stumps, swart as Indians, Where the scanty harvest grew. No shout of home-bound reapers, 19. The Brocken is the highest summit of the Hartz range in Germany, and a great body of superstitions has gathered about the whole range. May-day night, called Walpurgis Night, is eld to be the time of a great witch festival on the Brocken. |