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GEORGE THE TRILLER

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I

"WHY, Lady dear, so sad of cheer?
Hast waked the livelong night?"
"My dreams foreshow my children's woe,
Ernst bold and Albrecht bright.

"From the dark glades of forest shades
There rushed a raging boar,

Two sapling oaks with cruel strokes
His crooked tusks uptore."

"Ah, Lady dear, dismiss thy fear
Of phantoms haunting sleep!"
"The giant knight, Sir Konrad hight,
Hath vowed a vengeance deep.

"My Lord, o'erbold, hath kept his gold,
And scornful answer spake :

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Kunz, wisdom learn, nor strive to burn
The fish within their lake.'

See, o'er the plain, with all his train,
My Lord to Leipsig riding;
Some danger near my children dear
My dream is sure betiding."

"The warder waits before the gates,

The castle rock is steep,

The massive walls protect the halls,
Thy children safely sleep."

II

'Tis night's full noon, fair shines the moon On Altenburg's old halls,

The silver beams in tranquil streams

Rest on the ivied walls.

Within their tower the midnight hour
Has wrapt the babes in sleep,
With unclosed eyes their mother lies
To listen and to weep.

What sudden sound is stirring round?
What clang thrills on her ear?

Is it the breeze amid the trees
Re-echoing her fear?

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Swift from her bed, in sudden dread,

She to her lattice flies:

Oh! sight of woe, from far below
Behold a ladder rise:

And from yon tower, her children's bower,
Lo! giant Kunz descending!
Ernst, in his clasp of iron grasp,
His cries with hers is blending.

"Oh hear my prayer, my children spare, The sum shall be restored;

Nay, twenty-fold returned the gold,
Thou know'st how true my Lord."

With mocking grace he bowed his face :
"Lady, my greetings take;

Thy Lord may learn how I can burn
The fish within their lake."

Oh! double fright, a second knight
Upon the ladder frail,

And in his arm, with wild alarm,
A child uplifts his wail!

Would she had wings! She wildly springs
To rouse her slumbering train;
Bolted without, her door so stout

Resists her efforts vain!

No mortal ear her calls can hear,
The robbers laugh below;
Her God alone may hear her moan,
Or mark her hour of woe.

A cry below, "Oh! let me go,
I am no prince's brother;

Their playmate I-Oh! hear my cry,
Restore me to my mother!"

With anguish sore she shakes the door;
Once more Sir Kunz is rearing
His giant head. His errand sped
She sees him reappearing.

Her second child in terror wild
Is struggling in his hold;
Entreaties vain she pours again,
Still laughs the robber bold.

"I greet thee well, the Elector tell
How Kunz his counsel takes,
And let him learn that I can burn
The fish within their lakes."

III

"Swift, swift, good steed, death's on thy speed,

Gain Isenburg ere morn;

Though far the way, there lodged our prey,
We laugh the Prince to scorn.

"There Konrad's den and merry men

Will safely hold the boys

The Prince shall grieve long ere we leave
Our hold upon his joys.

"But hark! but hark! how through the dark The castle bell is tolling,

From tower and town, o'er wood and down,
The like alarm notes rolling.

"The peal rings out! echoes the shout!
All Saxony's astir ;

Groom, turn aside, swift must we ride
Through the lone wood of fir."

Far on before, of men a score

Prince Ernest bore still sleeping;
Thundering as fast, Kunz came the last,
Carrying young Albrecht weeping.

The clanging bell with distant swell
Dies on the morning air,
Bohemia's ground another bound
Will reach, and safety there.

The morn's fresh beam lights a cool stream,
Charger and knight are weary,

He draws his rein, the child's sad plain
He meets with accents cheery.

"Sir Konrad good, be mild of mood,
A fearsome giant thou!

For love of heaven, one drop be given
To cool my throbbing brow!"

Kunz' savage heart feels pity's smart,
He soothes the worn-out child,
Bathes his hot cheeks, and bending seeks
For woodland berries wild.

A deep-toned bark! A figure dark,

Smoke grimed and sun embrowned,

Comes through the wood in wondering mood, And by his side a hound.

"Oh, to my aid, I am betrayed,

The Elector's son forlorn,

From out my bed these men of dread

Have this night hither borne !"

Peace, if thou'rt wise," the false groom cries,
And aims a murderous blow;
His pole-axe long, his arm so strong,
Must lay young Albrecht low.

See, turned aside, the weapon glide
The woodman's pole along,
To Albrecht's clasp his friendly grasp
Pledges redress from wrong.

Loud the hound's note as at the throat
Of the false groom he flies;

Back at the sounds Sir Konrad bounds:
"Off hands, base churl," he cries.
The robber lord with mighty sword,
Mailed limbs of giant strength-
The woodman stout, all arms without,
Save his pole's timber length-

Unequal fight! Yet for the right
The woodman holds the field;
Now left, now right, repels the knight,
His pole full stoutly wields.

"His whistle clear rings full of cheer,
And lo! his comrades true,

All swarth and lusty, with fire poles trusty,
Burst on Sir Konrad's view.

His horse's rein he grasps amain
Into his selle to spring,

His gold-spurred heel his stirrup's steel
Has caught, his weapons ring.

His frightened steed with wildest speed
Careers with many a bound;

Sir Konrad's heel fast holds the steel,
His head is on the ground.

The peasants round lift from the ground
His form in woeful plight,

To convent-cell, for keeping well,
Bear back the robber knight.

"Our dear young lord, what may afford
A charcoal-burners store

We freely spread, milk, honey, bread,
Our heated kiln before!"

IV

Three mournful days the mother prays,
And weeps the children's fate;

The prince in vain has scoured the plain-
A sound is at the gate.

The mother hears, her head she rears,
She lifts her eager finger-

“Rejoice, rejoice, 'tis Albrecht's voice,
Open! Oh, wherefore linger?"

See, cap in hand the woodman stand—
Mother, no more of weeping-
His hound well tried is at his side,
Before him Albrecht leaping,

Cries, "Father dear, my friend is here!
My mother! Oh, my mother!
The giant knight he put to flight,
The good dog tore the other."

Oh! who the joy that greets the boy,
Or who the thanks may tell,
Or how they hail the woodman's tale,
How he had "trilled1 him well!"

“I trilled him well," he still will tell
In homely phrase his story,

To those who sought to know how wrought
An unarmed hand such glory.

That mother sad again is glad,

Her home no more bereft ;

For news is brought Ernst may be sought
Within the Devil's Cleft.

That cave within, these men of sin
Had learnt their leader's fall,
The prince to sell they proffered well
At price of grace to all.

Another day and Ernest lay,

Safe on his mother's breast:

Thus to her sorrow a gladsome morrow
Had brought her joy and rest.

The giant knight was judged aright,
Sentenced to death he lay;

The Elector mild, since safe his child,
Sent forth the doom to stay.

But all too late, and o'er the gate

Of Freiburg's council hall

Sir Konrad's head, with features dread,

The traitor's eyes appal.

The scullion Hans who wrought their plans,

And oped the window grate,

Whose faith was sold for Konrad's gold,

He met a traitor's fate.

Trillen, to shake; a word analogous to our trill, to shake the voice in singing.

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