“’Tis the privilege of a Landgrave
To go where glory waits him,
Glory waits him;”
and the chorus trilling jubilantly,—
“Heaven has changed the bread to roses,
Heaven has changed the bread to roses.”
Why, I wondered, did they have to say everything two and three times over? Even when the Landgrave detects St. Elizabeth in the act of carrying the loaves to the poor, his anger finds a vent in iteration.
“Once again you’ve dared to brave my anger,
Yes, once again you’ve dared to brave my anger;