THE SOLACHERS. 79 



Some power with a spell did arm her 

 Stronger than of wisest charmer, 

 For nought evil dared to harm her. 



And when near, you felt her winning 



Presence kept you too from sinning ; 

 This flower of Baierisch Zell. 



As round Bethlehem's humble manger, 

 Where the Mother, fled from danger, 

 Bent above her little stranger, 



Beams of softened light did cluster ; 



So round her was shed a lustre — 

 This maid of Baierisch Zell. 



Purity, which was her dower, 

 Did this radiance o'er her shower, 

 Giving too a queenly power. 

 So like Una in the story, 

 On she stepped in maiden glory, 

 The pride of Baierisch Zell. 



Sisters, brothers, — each would measure 

 By her his own pride and pleasure : — 

 She was their chief household treasure. 

 Done by her, each common duty 

 Seemed to win an air of beauty, 

 Like her own Baierisch Zell. 



Hers a sense, an instinct nearly, 

 G-uiding rightly, surely, clearly : 

 Was it then a fancy merely, 



If to them their sister Mary 

 Were the good and guardian fairy 

 Of happy Baierisch Zell ? 



It is no poetic sally, 



But she and her native valley 



Did accord most musically. 



Hers the voice belonging to it, 

 Trilling, as she wandered through it, 

 Some song of Baierisch Zell. 



