W WHERE? HERE shall once the wan derer weary Meet his resting-place and shrine? Under palm-trees by the Ganges? Under lindens of the Rhine? Shall I somewhere in the desert Owe my grave to stranger hands? Or upon some lonely sea-shore Rest at last beneath the sands? 'Tis no matter! God's wide heaven -Heinrich Heine. THE ARROW AND THE SONG I SHOT an arrow into the air, where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, Long, long afterward, in an oak -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow A wistful look she backward cast, With hand on latch, a vision white The lamp's clear gleam flits up the stair; I linger in delicious pain; Ah, in that chamber, whose rich air I hear the rustle of her dress, I hear, "Auf wiedersehen!" Sweet piece of bashful maiden art! The English words had seemed too fain, But these they drew us heart to heart, Yet held us tenderly apart; She said, "Auf wiedersehen!" -James Russell Lowell. "BREATHES THERE THE B land! MAN" REATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung. -Sir Walter Scott. |