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Fro; Then o'er the pathway see; And ''s enraptured flow, We still could hear, with char low

[Illustration: THE RIVER OF SONG]

As passed the thunder-peal, Ca near, A rain one could not feel, A rain that sain Towards the mountain wall, When a deep tone shook the fane, Like the avalanche's fall

Loud piped the wind, fast poured the rain, The very earth see fires of heaven

And cheeks that wore the light of sale, Like pulseless statues lined the aisles And, as foran's undertones Still sounded sweet and low, And the calm of a more than mortal trust With the rhythms seemed to flow

The Master's mirrored face Was lifted from the keys, As if more holy was the place As he touched the notes of peace

Then the syht, As the senses an whispered sweet, The organ whispered low, ”Fear not, God's love is with thee, Though terand power 'twas ours to trace, And its deathless hopes discern, As we gazed that night on the living face Of the Organ of Lucerne

Then frohostly storh the s, bright and warladdened pulses swaying, When Alpine horns we see

We left the church--how fair Stole on the eve of June!

Cool Righi in the dusky air, The low-descending moon!

No breath the lake cerulean stirred, No cloud could eye discern; The Alps were silent,--we had heard The Organ of Lucerne

Soon passed the night,--the high peaks shone A wall of glass and fire, And Morning, from her summer zone, Illu the Alpine hi's shadows

The organ, spanned by arches quaint, Rose silent, cold, and bare, Like the pulseless tomb of a vanished saint:-- The Master was not there!

But the soul's grand power 'twas azed that an of Lucerne

CHAPTER XV

COPENHAGEN

COPENHAGEN--THE STORY OF ANCIENT DENMARK--THE ROYAL FAMILY--STORY OF A KING WHO WAS OUT INTO A BAG

On the Denen, and several of the boys related stories by Hans Christian Andersen Master Lewis gave some account of the early history of Denmark and of the present Royal Family; and Hers of Denen, or the Merchants' Haven, the capital of the island kingdom of Denmark, rises out of the coast of Zealand, and breaks the loneliness andcoast line It was a beautiful vision as we approached it in the su only to us, for the sun was still high above the horizon The spire of the Church of Our Saviour--three hundred feet high--appeared to stand against the sky Palaces seemed to lift thereat historic city of the North

”The entrance to the harbor is narrow but deep The harbor itself is full of shi+ps; Copenhagen is the station of the Danish navy

”We passed very slowly through the water streets a the shi+ps of the harbor,--for water streets they seeh the crooked streets of a strange old town to a quiet hotel where so

”The city is little larger than Providence, Rhode Island Its public buildings are superb It is an intellectual city, and its libraries are the finest of Europe

[Illustration: THE PALACE OF ROSENBORG]