And Hallelujahs joyous raise
To their “Almighty Maker’s” praise.
CHAPTER VIII.
Piesport.
From Trèves to Trittenheim the scenery of our river, although very pleasing, has not yet attained to its full beauty; the Moselle, woman as she has become, is still scarcely matured in beauty; many charms are hers already, but until approaching Neumagen her life does not reach the fulness of its summer glory. Then, indeed, the full enchantment of her beauty breaks upon us, as, often in life, we have been in the habit of seeing a lovely girl pass from childhood into the graces of early womanhood, we admire and love; but at some future day we suddenly perceive that the lovely girl has become a glorious woman, replete with every grace. The change seems to take place in a day, even in an hour: some incident, trifling perchance in itself, has awoke the spirit, and the lately shy and timid girl has become a woman in spirit as in name; losing none of the happy loveliness of her earlier years, she has acquired a dignity and nameless, indefinable grace, which completes her beauty and robs us of our hearts.
Such has our Moselle become when she winds among the mountains past Neumagen and Piesport.