A FARM IN THE ODENWALD. A garden; morning; PRINCE HENRY seated, with a book. ELSIE, at a distance, gathering flowers. PRINCE HENRY, reading. ONE morning, all alone, Out of his convent of gray stone, His lips moving as if in prayer, His head sunken upon his breast As in a dream of rest, Walked the Monk Felix. All about The broad, sweet sunshine lay without, Filling the summer air; And within the woodlands as he trod, The twilight was like the Truce of God With worldly woe and care; Under him lay the golden moss; And above him the boughs of hemlock-trees Waved, and made the sign of the cross, And whispered their Benedicites; And from the ground Rose an odor sweet and fragrant Of the wild-flowers and the vagrant Vines that wandered, Seeking the sunshine, round and round. These he heeded not, but pondered And, with his eyes cast down "I believe, O God, What herein I have read, But alas! I do not understand!" And lo! he heard The sudden singing of a bird, A snow-white bird, that from a cloud And among the branches brown Sat singing So sweet, and clear, and loud, It seemed a thousand harp-strings ringing. And the Monk Felix closed his book, And long, long, With rapturous look, He listened to the song, And hardly breathed or stirred, Until he saw, as in a vision, The land Elysian, And in the heavenly city heard |