|"Sing," says Adolphus, and the minstrel
The soldiers barely lift their gloomy eyes.
But soon the magic voice and wizard strings,
Re-arm defeat with hopes of fresh emprise.
"Amazing!" cried the king, "in vain I
To move my men as you their zeal inspire
Accept this jewel, with a kingdom bought,
And yet scarce meet for one of Heaven's
"Sing, mighty minstrel, thine enraptured
Should rouse the heavy hearted far and
Let sorrow 'neath thy soothing spell rejoice,
And let despair make way for hope and
Again the singer raised his voice to sing,
Again pealed forth the strains surpassing
But disappointment fell on court and king;
The mystic charm was somehow incomplete.
For ever and anon the restless eye
Would fasten on that jewel fair as dawn
And then, as if the blue should fail the sky,
A subtle something from the song was gone
Days passed away : the gifted bard became
An empty dreamer o'er a priceless stone;
Till scarce a spark remained of that rare
Which lately with such wondrous light
"Mine, mine the fault!" exclaimed the
He turned and gave an order to his men
"Take from the bard that rare and costly
Then, then the singer sang with power again.
__Harry Edward Mills.
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)