Richard wrote in his diary:
"If Angela should be what the doctor considers her! According to my notions, such a being exists only in the realm of the ideal. But if Angela yet realizes this ideal? I must be certain. I will visit Siegwart to-morrow."
To Be Continued.
From The German
The Flight Into Egypt.
Greenwood tent, new splendors wear,
Let thy festal tree-tops glisten;
Stag, come here to look and listen;
For the world's joy draweth near!
Flowers, unclose your lids, that clearer
Light your dew-wet eyes may mirror.
Blossom! blossom!
On her bosom
Lo! the mother bears the Child!
Glad-winged birds, from forest dim,
Hither fly, where peace long-sought is;
Sing melodious jubilates,
With the blessèd cherubim.
Morning airs, come quick! with tender
Thrill breathe on the branches slender;
Breathe and hover!
Rough ways over
Comes the mother with the Child!
Stag, birds, trees, and breezes blest,
Triumph in harmonious numbers—
Fear not to disturb the slumbers
Of the Babe upon her breast.
Gently lull him with your voices,
O'er whom all the world rejoices!
Sing, adore him!
Bend before him!
Hail the mother with the Child!