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THE CHILD AND HIND
I wish I had preserved a copy of the Wiesbaden newspaper in which this anecdote of the ‘Child and Hind’ is recorded; but I have unfortuately lost it. The story, however, is matter of fact; it took place in 1838: every circumstsance mentioned in the preceding ballad literally happened. I was in Wiesbaden eight months ago, and was shown the very tree under which the boy was found sleeping with a bunch of flowers in his little hand. I could not ascertain whether the hind that watched my hero ‘Wilhelm’ suckled him or not; but it was generally believed that she had no milk to give him, and that the boy must have been for two days and a half entirely without food, unless it might be grass or leaves.—T.C.
Come, maids and matrons, to caress
Wiesbaden's gentle hind;
And smiling, deck its glossy neck
With forest flowers entwined.
Wiesbaden's gentle hind;
And smiling, deck its glossy neck
With forest flowers entwined.
Your forest flowers are fair to show,
And landscapes to enjoy;
But fairer is your friendly doe
That watched the sleeping boy.
And landscapes to enjoy;
But fairer is your friendly doe
That watched the sleeping boy.
'Twas after church—on Ascension day—
When organs ceased to sound,
Wiesbaden's people crowded gay
The deer-park's pleasant ground.
When organs ceased to sound,
Wiesbaden's people crowded gay
The deer-park's pleasant ground.
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There, where Elysian meadows smile,
And noble trees upshoot,
The wild thyme and the camomile
Smell sweetly at their root;
And noble trees upshoot,
The wild thyme and the camomile
Smell sweetly at their root;
The aspen quivers nervously,
The oak stands stilly bold,
And climbing bindweed hangs on high
His bells of beaten gold.
The oak stands stilly bold,
And climbing bindweed hangs on high
His bells of beaten gold.
Nor stops the eye till mountains shine
That bound a spacious view
Beyond the lordly, lovely Rhine
In visionary blue.
That bound a spacious view
Beyond the lordly, lovely Rhine
In visionary blue.
There monuments of ages dark
Awaken thoughts sublime;
Till, swifter than the steaming bark,
We mount the stream of time.
Awaken thoughts sublime;
Till, swifter than the steaming bark,
We mount the stream of time.
The ivy there old castles shades
That speak traditions high
Of minstrels, tournaments, crusades
And mail-clad chivalry.
That speak traditions high
Of minstrels, tournaments, crusades
And mail-clad chivalry.
Here came a twelve years' married pair—
And with them wander'd free
Seven sons and daughters, blooming fair,
A gladsome sight to see.
And with them wander'd free
Seven sons and daughters, blooming fair,
A gladsome sight to see.
Their Wilhelm, little innocent,
The youngest of the seven,
Was beautiful as painters paint
The cherubim of Heaven.
The youngest of the seven,
Was beautiful as painters paint
The cherubim of Heaven.
By turns he gave his hand, so dear,
To parent, sister, brother;
And each, that he was safe and near,
Confided in the other.
To parent, sister, brother;
And each, that he was safe and near,
Confided in the other.
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But Wilhelm loved the field-flowers bright,
With love beyond all measure;
And culled them with as keen delight
As misers gather treasure.
With love beyond all measure;
And culled them with as keen delight
As misers gather treasure.
Unnoticed, he contrived to glide
Adown a greenwood alley,
By lilies lured that grew beside
A streamlet in the valley;
Adown a greenwood alley,
By lilies lured that grew beside
A streamlet in the valley;
And there, where under beech and birch
The rivulet meandered,
He strayed, till neither shout nor search
Could track where he had wandered.
The rivulet meandered,
He strayed, till neither shout nor search
Could track where he had wandered.
Still louder, with increasing dread,
They called his darling name;
But 'twas like speaking to the dead—
An echo only came.
They called his darling name;
But 'twas like speaking to the dead—
An echo only came.
Hours passed till evening's beetle roams
And blackbirds' songs begin;
Then all went back to happy homes,
Save Wilhelm's kith and kin.
And blackbirds' songs begin;
Then all went back to happy homes,
Save Wilhelm's kith and kin.
The night came on—all others slept
Their cares away till morn;
But, sleepless, all night watched and wept
That family forlorn.
Their cares away till morn;
But, sleepless, all night watched and wept
That family forlorn.
Betimes the town-crier had been sent
With loud bell up and down;
And told the afflicting accident
Throughout Wiesbaden's town:
With loud bell up and down;
And told the afflicting accident
Throughout Wiesbaden's town:
The father, too, ere morning smiled,
Had all his wealth uncoffered;
And to the wight would bring his child
A thousand crowns had offered.
Had all his wealth uncoffered;
And to the wight would bring his child
A thousand crowns had offered.
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Dear friends, who would have blushed to take
That guerdon from his hand,
Soon joined in groups—for pity's sake,
The child-exploring band.
That guerdon from his hand,
Soon joined in groups—for pity's sake,
The child-exploring band.
The news reached Nassau's Duke: ere earth
Was gladdened by the lark,
He sent a hundred soldiers forth
To ransack all his park.
Was gladdened by the lark,
He sent a hundred soldiers forth
To ransack all his park.
Their side-arms glittered through the wood,
With bugle-horns to sound;
Would that on errand half so good
The soldier oft were found!
With bugle-horns to sound;
Would that on errand half so good
The soldier oft were found!
But though they roused up beast and bird
From many a nest and den,
No signal of success was heard
From all the hundred men.
From many a nest and den,
No signal of success was heard
From all the hundred men.
A second morning's light expands,
Unfound the infant fair;
And Wilhelm's household wring their hands
Abandoned to despair.
Unfound the infant fair;
And Wilhelm's household wring their hands
Abandoned to despair.
But happily a poor artisan
Searched ceaselessly till he
Found safe asleep the little one
Beneath a beechen tree.
Searched ceaselessly till he
Found safe asleep the little one
Beneath a beechen tree.
His hand still grasped a bunch of flowers;
And (true, though wondrous) near,
To sentry his reposing hours,
There stood a female deer—
And (true, though wondrous) near,
To sentry his reposing hours,
There stood a female deer—
Who dipped her horns at all that passed
The spot where Wilhelm lay;
Till force was had to hold her fast,
And bear the boy away.
The spot where Wilhelm lay;
Till force was had to hold her fast,
And bear the boy away.
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Hail! sacred love of childhood—hail!
How sweet it is to trace
Thine instinct in Creation's scale,
Even 'neath the human race.
How sweet it is to trace
Thine instinct in Creation's scale,
Even 'neath the human race.
To this poor wanderer of the wild
Speech, reason were unknown—
And yet she watched a sleeping child
As if it were her own;
Speech, reason were unknown—
And yet she watched a sleeping child
As if it were her own;
And thou, Wiesbaden's artisan,
Restorer of the boy,
Was ever welcomed mortal man
With such a burst of joy?
Restorer of the boy,
Was ever welcomed mortal man
With such a burst of joy?
The father's ecstasy—the mother's
Hysteric bosom's swell—
The sisters' sobs—the shout of brothers,
I have not power to tell.
Hysteric bosom's swell—
The sisters' sobs—the shout of brothers,
I have not power to tell.
The working man, with shoulders broad,
Took blithely to his wife
The thousand crowns—a pleasant load,
That made him rich for life.
Took blithely to his wife
The thousand crowns—a pleasant load,
That made him rich for life.
And Nassau's Duke the favourite took
Into his deer-park's centre,
To share a field with other pets
Where deer-slayer cannot enter.
Into his deer-park's centre,
To share a field with other pets
Where deer-slayer cannot enter.
There, whilst thou cropp'st thy flowery food,
Each hand shall pat thee kind;
And man shall never spill thy blood—
Wiesbaden's gentle hind.
Each hand shall pat thee kind;
And man shall never spill thy blood—
Wiesbaden's gentle hind.
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