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The butler hears the words with pain,
Then said the Lord ; “ This glass to praise,
Then speaks the Lord, and waves it light, “ This glass of flashing crystal tall
Gave to my sires the Fountain-Sprite ;
"’T was right a goblet the Fate should be
Of the joyous race of Edenhall !
First rings it deep, and full, and mild,
“For its keeper takes a race of might,
The fragile goblet of crystal tall ;
As the goblet ringing flies apart,
In storms the foe, with fire and sword ;
On the morrow the butler gropes alone,
The gray-beard in the desert hall,
“ The stone wall,” saith he, “ doth fall aside,
Down must the stately columns fall;
THE ELECTED KNIGHT.
FROM THE DANISH.
[The following strange and somewhat mystical ballad is from Nyerup and Rahbek's Danske Viser of the Middle Ages. It seems to refer to the first preaching of Christianity in the North, and to the institution of Knight-Errantry. The three maidens I suppose to be Faith, Hope, and Charity. The irregularities of the original have been carefully preserved in the translation.]
Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain,
Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide, But never, ah never can meet with the man
A tilt with him dare ride.