Switzerland.

LAND of undying Winter, endless Spring,
-For twice behind the scythe your valleys shine;
Land of the broad-leaved chestnut and the pine,
Where all the flowers their gayest garlands fling
Before the feet of Summer; where bells ring
An echo to the music of the kine;

Land doubly flowing with milk and mellow wine,
Milk of pure kindness, wine of welcoming-
Το you I come, worn out with petty care,
Come, for the cuckoo called me; let blue floods
And your white-blossoming valleys close me round,
And give me leave with simple faith to share
The solace of your mountain solitudes,

And walk with Freedom on her native ground.

The Song of the Apple.

"Apple, red apple,
Growing on the bough,
What is your solace
The while you do grow?

This for my solace,
Growing in the leaf:
In the Garden of Eden,
I tempted Eve.

"Apple, red apple,
Growing on the tree,

What was Eve thinking,
When she took of thee?"

Thinking of nothing

But Adam was Eve.

But when she had eaten

She hid in the leaf.

"Apple, red apple,

The same that Eve knew,
What then shall ail me,

To take of thee too?"

Take now and eat now,

Taste me and see:

You shall know all the sorrow

Eve took from the tree.

"Apple, red apple -?" No more could she say. The girl from the orchard Went weeping away.

Sir Launcelot and the Sancgreal.

"Car il (le Gréail) n'or à nul pechéour

Ne compaignie ne amour."

He found a chamber where the door was shut,
And thereto set his hand to open it ;

And mightily he tried, and still might not:

And then he heard a voice which sang so sweet, It seemed none earthly thing that he heard sing: "Honour and joy be given

To the High King of Heaven!"

It seemed none earthly thing that sung therein,
So sweet the voice, it near had made him greet,
For well he knew his body, stained with sin,

Was for that mystic chamber all unmeet, Wherein those voices rang, yes, choired and sang : "Honour and joy be given

To the High King of Heaven!"

For well he knew that there the Sancgreal
Upon the board was set for sinless souls,

While the three rays shone sidelong down the wall;
While he without did kneel with many a stain,
And there to that hid noise he joined his voice;
"Pity and grace be given

To me, lost child of Heaven!"

With that he saw the chamber door unclose,
And out there shone a clearness and a light

As all the torches in the world that house

Had lighted and been borne there burning bright

About the Sancgreal, while sang they all: "Honour and joy be given

To the sweet Lord of Heaven!"

Oh, much he marvelled, and would enter in,
And cried, “Fair Father Jesu" in his need,
Remembering then men's woe and mortal sin
For which the Christ upon the Cross did bleed;
Yes, crying still that prayer, he entered there :
"Pity and grace be given

To me, poor knight of Heaven!”

Right so he entered, where the Sancgreal
Did shine to greet him; but a gust of fire,
And a grim smoke, there smote and made him fall;
It took his body's might, and all desire;
He had no voice nor will, though they sang still:
"Honour and joy be given,

Then

To the High King of Heaven!"

many hands did raise and bear him out, And there all night he lay, till morning time; And many a day like dead lay Launcelot,

He heard no bell at matin or at prime:

Nathless none earthly thing, he deem'd, did sing : "Honour and joy be given

To the High King of Heaven!".

Then came a dayspring and a fair white dawn,
And he rose up, yet did not rise the same;
For all the bitterness and pain were gone;

For he who sinn'd the sin had borne the shame,