And the voice began again:
"Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!..."
That could not be Mitzi!... she had always been unable to sing that song.
"Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!..."
The voice seemed to come nearer.—Yes! the singer had left the platform....
"If such there breathe, go, mark him well...."