As being the author of all our woes; Noah, too, was refused, lest his weakness for wine Should delay him at every tavern-sign ; And John the Baptist could not get a vote, On account of his old-fashioned camel'shair coat; And the Penitent Thief, who died on the cross, Was reminded that all his bones were broken! Till at last, when each in turn had spoken, The Cathedral bells ring. But hark! the bells are beginning to chime; And I feel that I am growing hoarse. preachers; Their brazen lips are learned teachers, May be taught the Testaments, New and And above it the great cross-beam of wood Representeth the Holy Rood, Upon which, like the bell, our hopes are bung. And the wheel wherewith it is swayed and rung Is the mind of man, that round and round And the constant change and transmutation Upward, exalted again to the sky; And now, my hearers, to make an end, Christ bring us at last to his felicity! IN THE CATHEDRAL. CHANT. Kyrie Eleison ! Christe Eleison ! ELSIE. I am at home here in my Father's house! These paintings of the Saints upon the walls Have all familiar and benignant faces. PRINCE HENRY. The portraits of the family of God! Thine own hereafter shall be placed among them. ELSIE. How very grand it is and wonderful ! So many tombs and statues in the chapels, To tell my sins in such a church as this. PRINCE HENRY. A great master of his craft, Erwin von Steinbach; but not he alone, For many generations labored with him. Children that came to see these Saints in stone, As day by day out of the blocks they rose, Grew old and died, and still the work went on, And on, and on, and is not yet completed. And with him toiled his children, and their lives Were builded, with his own, into the walls, ELSIE. How beautiful is the column that he looks at! PRINCE HENRY. That, too, she sculptured. At the base of it Stand the Evangelists; above their heads By his attendant ministers, upholding ELSIE. O my Lord! Would I could leave behind me upon earth Some monument to thy glory, such as this! PRINCE HENRY. A greater monument than this thou leavest The perfect flower of Gothic loveliness! ELSIE. And, in the gallery, the long line of statues, Christ with his twelve Apostles watching us! A BISHOP in armor, booted and spurred, passes with his train. PRINCE HENRY. But come away; we have not time to look. The crowd already fills the church, and yonder Upon a stage, a herald with a trumpet, Here MARY looketh around her, trembling, and I am the Angel of the Moon, then saith: MARY. Who is it speaketh in this place, With such a gentle voice? GABRIEL. The Lord of heaven is with thee now ! Darkened to be rekindled soon Nearest to earth, it is my ray ANAEL. The Angel of the Star of Love, The Evening Star, that shines above The place where lovers be, I will alight at yonder spring To wash his little coat. And Titus thenceforth shall abide In paradise with me. Here a great rumor of trumpets and horses, like the noise of a king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight. JOSEPH. Potz-tausend! KING HEROD. Himmel-sacrament! Filled am I with great wonderment Here he shall stride up and down and flourish his sword. What ho! I fain would drink a can He quaff's great goblets of wine. The babe just born in Bethlehem Here a voice of lamentation shall be heard in the street. RACHEL. O wicked king! O cruel speed! To do this most unrighteous deed! My children all are slain! HEROD. Ho seneschal! another cup! With wine of Sorek fill it up! I would a bumper drain ! RAHAB. May maledictions fall and blast Thyself and lineage, to the last Of all thy kith and kin! HEROD. Another goblet! quick! and stir Pomegranate juice and drops of myrrh And calamus therein ! |