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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Kaiser`s Feast
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The Kaiser feasted in his hall,
  The red wine mantled high;
Banners were trembling on the wall,
  To the peals of minstrelsy:
And many a gleam and sparkle came
  From the armour hung around,
As it caught the glance of the torch`s flame,
  Or the hearth with pine-boughs crown`d. 

Why fell there silence on the chord
  Beneath the harper`s hand?
And suddenly, from that rich board,
  Why rose the wassail-band? 

The strings were hush`d–the knights made way
  For the queenly mother`s tread,
As up the hall, in dark array,
  Two fair-hair`d boys she led. 

She led them even to the Kaiser`s place,
  And still before him stood;
Till, with strange wonder, o`er his face
  Flush`d the proud warrior-blood:
And "Speak, my mother! speak!" he cried,
  "Wherefore this mourning vest?
And the clinging children by thy side,
  In weeds of sadness drest?" 

"Well may a mourning vest be mine,
  And theirs, my son, my son!
Look on the features of thy line
  In each fair little one! 

Tho` grief awhile within their eyes
  Hath tamed the dancing glee,
Yet there thine own quick spirit lies–
  Thy brother`s children see! 

"And where is he, thy brother, where?
  He, in thy home that grew,
And smiling, with his sunny hair,
  Ever to greet thee flew?
How would his arms thy neck entwine,
  His fond lips press thy brow!
My son! oh, call these orphans thine–
  Thou hast no brother now! 

"What! from their gentle eyes doth nought
  Speak of thy childhood`s hours,
And smite thee with a tender thought
  Of thy dead father`s towers? 

Kind was thy boyish heart and true,
  When rear`d together there,
Thro` the old woods like fawns ye flew–
  Where is thy brother–where? 

"Well didst thou love him then, and he
  Still at thy side was seen!
How is it that such things can be
  As tho` they ne`er had been?
Evil was this world`s breath, which came
  Between the good and brave!
Now must the tears of grief and shame
  Be offer`d to the grave. 

"And let them, let them there be pour`d!
  Though all unfelt below,
Thine own wrung heart, to love restor`d,
  Shall soften as they flow. 

Oh! death is mighty to make peace;
  Now bid his work be done!
So many an inward strife shall cease–
  Take, take these babes, my son!" 

His eye was dimm`d–the strong man shook
  With feelings long suppress`d;
Up in his arms the boys he took,
  And strain`d them to his breast.
And a shout from all in the royal hall
  Burst forth to hail the sight;
And eyes were wet, midst the brave that met
  At the Kaiser`s feast that night.
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