But Deitrich said: "For five long years this tender
Christian maid
Has served you in your evil world and well must
she be paid!
"Haste!—hither bring me precious gems, the richest in your store; Then when we pass the gate of glass, you'll take your cap once more."
No choice was left the baffled Troll, and, murmuring,
he obeyed,
And filled the pockets of the youth and apron of
the maid.
They left the dreadful under-land and passed the
gate of glass;
They felt the sunshine's warm caress, they trod the
soft, green grass.
And when, beneath, they saw the Dwarf stretch up
to them his brown
And crooked claw-like fingers, they tossed his red
cap down.
Oh, never shone so bright a sun, was never sky so
blue,
As hand in hand they homeward walked the pleasant
meadows through!
And never sang the birds so sweet in Rambin's
woods before,
And never washed the waves so soft along the Baltic
shore;
And when beneath his door-yard trees the father
met his child,
The bells rung out their merriest peal, the folks
with joy ran wild.