Scraped through laborious years to smooth life's slope,
And die like dogs nnkenneled and nntombed.
At bidding of a sorrow-crazed old man ?
A VOICE.
He floats the Lord's anointed ! Cast him forth !
SÜSSKIND VON ORB.
Peace, brethren, peace ! If I have ever served
Israel with purse, arm, brain, or heart — now hear me I
May Grod instruct my speech! This wise old man.
Whose brow flames with the majesty of truth.
May be part-blinded through excess of light.
As one who eyes too long the naked sun.
Setting in rayless glory, turns and finds
Outlines confused, familiar colors changed.
All objects branded with one blood-bright spot.
Nor chafe at Baruch's homely sense ; truth floats
Midway between the stars and the abyss.
We, by Grod's grace, have found a special nest
I' the dangerous rock, screened against wind and hawk ;
Free burghers of a free town, blessed moreover
With the peculiar favor of the Prince,
Frederick the Grave, our patron and protector.
What shall we fear? Bather, where shall we seek
