Their banquets were laden.Then thought they: "The maid to the tomb is now borne;We too from our dwellings ere long must be torn,And he that is left our departure to mourn,
Conceal my delight!
Hurrah!Into the foeman's land we cross'd,We put our friends to equal cost,And there a leg I lost.
What rapture then like mine!And when she's giddy, and feels warm,
I hear the genie's laughter at my fate;
WOULD we let our envy burst,
"E'en He my victim now shall be!"He sought to slay the Lord Most High,The world's Creator now must die;
"And year upon year with swift footstep now steals,The mantle it fades, many rents it reveals,
-----LEOPOLD, DUKE OF BRUNSWICK.
And with spirit's strength,
Of the room
Faint thy fingers' pressure e'en.
The three holy kings have all come here,In number not four, but three they appear;And if a fourth join'd the other three,Increased by one their number would be.