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TYROLEAN ELEGIES
Under me, your cradle rested,
You were baptized too,
Here I saw the aged vicar,
Teach you all he knew.
Through the world I saw you wander
With a faggot bright,
Saw you cast before your people
A jolly stream of light.
How the time has passed ? I know you
Now for thirty years . . .
But my boy, what queerly monster
At your side appears?”
VII.
As we rode through sleeping Iglau,
Spilberg filled my mind,
And past Lintz, but thoughts of Kufstein
Seemed to wind and wind.
And not till we left old Kufstein
Standing on our right,
Did I see the Alpine country
In a more pleasing light.
It’s a foolish ride, dear fellow,
When you know not where.
The postillion’s glad bugle
Is a shammed affair.
