"To thee till death united, Thy steel's bright life is plighted; Ah, were my love but tried! When wilt thou wed thy bride? Hurrah!" "The trumpet's festal warning Shall hail our bridal morning; When loud the cannon chide, Then clasp I my loved bride! Hurrah!" “Oh, joy, when thine arms hold me! I pine until they fold me. Come to me! bridegroom, come! Thine is my maiden bloom. Hurrah!" "Why, in thy sheath upspringing, "Well may thy scabbard rattle, Right eager for the fight, I clang with wild delight. Hurrah!" "Why thus, my love, forth creeping? "Keep me not longer pining! Hurrah!" And blooming with the dead! Hurrah!" "Come from thy sheath, then, treasure! Thou trooper's true eye-pleasure! Come forth, my good sword, come! Enter thy father-home! Hurrah!" "Ha! in the free air glancing, How brave this bridal dancing! How, in the sun's glad beams, Bride-like thy bright steel gleams! Hurrah!" Come on, ye German horsemen ! Swells not your hearts' warm tide? Once at your left side sleeping, Scarce her veiled glance forth peeping; Now, wedded with your right, God plights your bride i' th' light. Hurrah! Then press, with warm caresses, Close lips, and bridal kisses, Your steel;-cursed be his head, Who fails the bride he wed! Hurrah! Now, till your swords flash, flinging SONG OF THE FATHERLAND. THE God who made earth's iron hoard Hence unto man the spear and sword Hence him with courage he imbued, Lent wrath to freedom's voice, That death or victory in the feud What God hath willed will we uphold, And with true faith maintain, And never to the tyrant sold Cleave human skulls in twain; But him whose sword wins shame will we In pieces hew and tear, In German land he ne'er shall be Of German men the heir. O Deutschland, holy Fatherland! THE SOLDIER'S MORNING SONG. RISE from your grassy couches, To us good morning neigh. Of victory we dream. Thou God of endless mercy, Gaze from Thy azure tent; For to this field of battle By Thee have we been sent. And victory accord, A morn will dawn upon us, By angel hosts 'tis seen. On every German beam; O break, thou day of fulness, Thou day of freedom, gleam! Joy echoes from each tower, And love, and soft repose. Ring gaily through the air; And we, ye gallant swordsmen, Yes, we were also there! jecting the affectations of the Romanticists, they were simple in style and theme, and drew their inspiration from nature only. At their head stood Ludwig Uhland (1787-1862). His ballads and songs have been universally popular. The most noted pieces are "The Minstrel's Curse," "The Luck of Edenhall," "The Passage." To the same school belongs Gustav Schwab (1792-1850), whose chief ballad is "The Knight and the Bodensee;" Eduard Mörike (1804-1875), whose "Song of the Wind" is remarkable for its rhythm; and Justinus Kerner (1786-1862), whose song is a voice of sadness. Kerner's "Kaiser Rudolph's Ride to the Grave," "The Richest Prince," are well known, and his "Poesy" deserves to be better known. THE MINSTREL'S CURSE. THERE stood in olden times a castle, tall and grand, Once to this castle went a noble minstrel pair, |