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In storm and sunshine； night and day；
In health； in sickness； in decay；
Here and hereafter； I am thine！
Thou hast Fastrada's ring。 Beneath
the calm； blue waters of thine eyes；
Deep in thy steadfast soul it lies；
And； undisturbed by this world's breath；
With magic light its jewels shine！
This golden ring； which thou hast worn
Upon thy finger since the morn；
Is but a symbol and a semblance；
An outward fashion； a remembrance；
Of what thou wearest within unseen；
O my Fastrada； O my queen！
Behold！ the hill…trips all aglow
With purple and with amethyst；
While the whole valley deep below
Is filled； and seems to overflow；
With a fast…rising tide of mist。
The evening air grows damp and chill；
Let us go in。
ELSIE。
Ah； not so soon。
See yonder fire！ It is the moon
Slow rising o'er the eastern hill。
It glimmers on the forest tips
And through the dewy foliage drips
In little rivulets of light；
And makes the heart in love with night。
PRINCE HENRY。
Oft on this terrace； when the day
Was closing； have I stood and gazed；
And seen the landscape fade away；
And the white vapors rise and drown
Hamlet and vineyard； tower and town；
While far above the hill…tops blazed。
But then another hand than thine
Was gently held and clasped in mine；
Another head upon my breast
Was laid； as thine is now； at rest。
Why dost thou lift those tender eyes
With so much sorrow and surprise？
A minstrel's； not a maiden's hand；
Was that which in my own was pressed；
A manly form usurped thy place；
A beautiful； but bearded face；
That now is in the Holy Land；
Yet in my memory from afar
Is shining on us like a star。
But linger not。 For while I speak；
A sheeted spectre white and tall；
The cold mist climbs the castle wall；
And lays his hand upon thy cheek！
They go in。
EPILOGUE
THE TWO RECORDING ANGELS ASCENDING
THE ANGEL OF GOOD DEEDS； with closed book。
God sent his messenger the rain；
And said unto the mountain brook；
〃Rise up； and from thy caverns look
And leap； with naked； snow…white feet；
From the cool hills into the heat
Of the broad； arid plain。
God sent his messenger of faith；
And whispered in the maiden's heart；
〃Rise up and look from where thou art；
And scatter with unselfish hands
Thy freshness on the barren sands
And solitudes of Death。
O beauty of holiness；
Of self…forgetfulness； of lowliness！
O power of meekness；
Whose very gentleness and weakness
Are like the yielding； but irresistible air！
Upon the pages
Of the sealed volume that I bear；
The deed divine
Is written in characters of gold；
That never shall grow old；
But through all ages
Burn and shine；
With soft effulgence！
O God！ it is thy indulgence
That fills the world with the bliss
Of a good deed like this！
THE ANGEL OF EVIL DEEDS； with open book。
Not yet； not yet
Is the red sun wholly set；
But evermore recedes；
While open still I bear
The Book of Evil Deeds；
To let the breathings of the upper air
Visit its pages and erase
The records from its face！
Fainter and fainter as I gaze
In the broad blaze
The glimmering landscape shines；
And below me the black river
Is hidden by wreaths of vapor！
Fainter and fainter the black lines
Begin to quiver
Along the whitening surface of the paper；
Shade after shade
The terrible words grow faint and fade；
And in their place
Runs a white space！
Down goes the sun！
But the soul of one；
Who by repentance
hath escaped the dreadful sentence；
Shines bright below me as I look。
It is the end！
With closed Book
To God do I ascend。
Lo！ over the mountain steeps
A dark； gigantic shadow sweeps
Beneath my feet；
A blackness inwardly brightening
With sullen heat；
As a storm…cloud lurid with lightning。
And a cry of lamentation；
Repeated and again repeated；
Deep and loud
As the reverberation
Of cloud answering unto cloud；
Swells and rolls away in the distance；
As if the sheeted
Lightning retreated。
Baffled and thwarted by the wind's resistance。
It is Lucifer；
The son of mystery；
And since God suffers him to be；
He； too； is God's minister。
And labors for some good
By us not understood！
SECOND INTERLUDE
MARTIN LUTHER
A CHAMBER IN THE WARTBURG。 MORNING。 MARTIN LUTHER WRITING。
MARTIN LUTHER。
Our God； a Tower of Strength is He；
A goodly wall and weapon；
From all our need He helps us free；
That now to us doth happen。
The old evil foe
Doth in earnest grow；
In grim armor dight；
Much guile and great might；
On earth there is none like him。
Oh yes； a tower of strength indeed；
A present help in all our need；
A sword and buckler is our God。
Innocent men have walked unshod
O'er burning ploughshares； and have trod
Unharmed on serpents in their path；
And laughed to scorn the Devil's wrath！
Safe in this Wartburg tower I stand
Where God hath led me by the hand；
And look down； with a heart at ease；
Over the pleasant neighborhoods；
Over the vast Thuringian Woods；
With flash of river； and gloom of trees；
With castles crowning the dizzy heights；
And farms and pastoral delights；
And the morning pouring everywhere
Its golden glory on the air。
Safe； yes； safe am I here at last；
Safe from the overwhelming blast
Of the mouths of Hell； that followed me fast；
And the howling demons of despair
That hunted me like a beast to his lair。
Of our own might we nothing can；
We soon are unprotected：
There fighteth for us the right Man；
Whom God himself elected。
Who is He； ye exclaim？
Christus is his name；
Lord of Sabaoth；
Very God in troth；
The field He holds forever。
Nothing can vex the Devil more
Than the name of him whom we adore。
Therefore doth it delight me best
To stand in the choir among the rest；
With the great organ trumpeting
Through its metallic tubes； and sing：
Et verbum caro factum est！
These words the devil cannot endure；
For he knoweth their meaning well！
Him they trouble and repel；
Us they comfort and allure；
And happy it were； if our delight
Were as great as his affright！
Yea； music is the Prophet's art；
Among the gifts that God hath sent；
One of the most magnificent！
It calms the agitated heart；
Temptations； evil thoughts； and all
The passions that disturb the soul；
Are quelled by its divine control；
As the evil spirit fled from Saul；
And his distemper was allayed；
When David took his harp and played。
This world may full of Devils be；
All ready to devour us；
Yet not so sore afraid are we；
They shall not overpower us。
This World's Prince； howe'er
Fierce he may appear；
He can harm us not；
He is doomed； God wot！
One little word can slay him！
Incredible it seems to some
And to myself a mystery；
That