PS 35»5 If LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. - KS 3j M^ Chap. Copyright No.. Shelf.x„AA.(p Fi? fmf UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, Folly's Bells FOLLY'S BELLS A German Legend By Anne Gardner Hale Illustrations by Lillian Hale ^ _^ • .itisffis^i The Peter Paul Book Company Buffalo, New York MDCCCXCVII TWO COPIES RECEIVED "pS 3 S"! r Copyright, 1897 by Anne Gardner Hale Printed and bound by The Peter Paul Book Company, in BuEfalo, New York. TO THE MEMORY OF WHO, MAKING THE ANGELS' SONG THE MUSIC OF THEIR LIVES, SET FORTH, BY BOTH PRECEPT AND EXAMPLE, THE WISDOM, THE BEAUTY, AND THE BLESSEDNESS OF KINDNESS, BENEVOLENCE, AND SELF-SACRIFICE IN ATTRACTIVE CONTRAST TO THE FOLLY AND THE DANGER OF COVETOUSNESS AND SELF-SEEKING, THIS LITTLE BOOK IS REVERENTLY AND AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED Illustrations *' Impatient children open wide the door," . Facing title-page ^ " A gray-haired man, who leant upon an oaken staff," page ii ^ " Her trembling hand she hastily withdrew," page jj . "And when the gale was spent, the sea at peace," page ^g ^ \/^£ ivho mid the CJiristinas cJieer Fain zvould linger long Joyous minstrelsy to hear^ Careless jest and song, Marvel not, if, folloivs mirth — From its radiance zvronght — Down the doleful slopes of earth, Shadozvy afterthought. Heartsonie, zvholesome, else, zvere not Merry Christmas zvays. And the lesson soon forgot Of these happy days. Prelude High o'er the city's din, The old church bell, by touch impetuous rung, Threw on the frosty air a vigorous peal, Which at much hazard set the ancient tower. That throbbed and swayed all tremulous from its force, While to the ear expectant came its tones Sweetest of sounds upon this hallowed eve. Within the sacred walls, the living green Of pungent pine and faithful hemlock lent Symbolic teaching to the chanting choir. Where all the lights ablaze more joyous made The blessed service for this festal hour. Without, the evening star beamed softly forth. As might of old the star o'er Bethlehem's plains; Through conquered clouds the full moon cast her rays Of tenderest glory on the snow-capped roofs. And silvered all the dingy courts and streets. There, hurrying to and fro, went busy throngs Intent on Christmas traffic or its mirth 2 Prelude (Gift-laden most, yet giftless want passed too), Jostling each other in good-natured strife For precedence of place or time, with glee Of gladsome smiles and quiet glance that told, More plainly far than words, of joy serene. Just on the edge of trade — scarce counted in — A modest mansion stood. Along its front The snow untrodden and unsullied lay. Among the crowd, a pale boy, poorly clad, Espied the snow and ran with eager speed To reach the entrance, natural shyness gone. The parlor windows are alight, yet not For this he comes, nor for the Christmas tree (So dear to childhood's heart) revealed therein, Sparkling with tapers and its tinseled gauds And gifts of gorgeous hues. He heeds them not, Nor yet the graceful figures, young and fair. Swaying and bending gaily in the dance To music's witching spell. No — not to these Gives even a glance; and one, observant, calls From upraised sash to know his quest, his want. " Work, work," he utters piteously. " The snow Prelude 3 To clear from doorstep and from court. Work — work ! My mother, sister May, and I, no food For two long days have tasted, and to earn Money to buy us bread I'll do my best." Impatient children open wide the door And draw reluctantly the boy within ; All proud and eager to display and share With him the toys and lavish dainties spread To make the festival. " No, no ! " he cries; With spurning hands and tearful eyes returns The pretty baubles, and the sweetmeats too. '' I want not these. Our precious baby May Moans in her hungry sleep, and mother weeps That she for lack of bread must die. Bread — bread ! If but a crust, I'll take it gratefully, — Yet not as gift. I can work, and I will, To pay for all we want." Straightway assured Of this, industriously he plies his task, And soon with smiling face the needed food 4 Prelude Takes home ; while mimic Santa Claus, With jingling bells and thud of hoof-beats heard Around the house, comes in and spreads his pack, Dealing to all assembled for the feast, In sweet remembrance of the Gift divine Sent down from heaven on this auspicious eve, Affection's gifts of whatsoever most Appropriate are or ardently desired. To one amid that company he gives A slender book, wherein is written small, In the quaint style of ancient days, A wondrous legend still believed for truth. She pores the pages with a greedy eye. And in her memory lingers long the tale. Whose import deep at length she clearly grasps. And yearning then to lend its teachings high To souls congenial, with more ample lines. In words familiar and of modern guise, Here upon these fair leaves 'tis spread to view. Folly's Bells Folly's Bells I When the calm waters of the Zuyder Zee Ebb slowly out to meet the sleeping sea, — What time, o'erwearied, fierce Euroclydon, In the far caverns of the icy north, Dreaming of contests won. Forgets his goings forth, — The home-bound sailor's gleeful shout is stilled. His heart with horror chilled ; For there, beneath the waves serene, Smit with a ghastly splendor through the green. He sees a city dead — the towers and domes Of ancient Stavoren, once happy homes, — A wan eidolon now, the refluent sea In these brief moments of complacent mien From its long dole of darkness setting free — Like as from dungeon a dethroned queen. 7 Folly' s Bells II O Stavoren ! fair Stavoren ! Erst among noblest of the marts of trade ; By wealth and pomp so graced ! How humbled ! how abased ! And to this doom betrayed By a weak Friesian dame, Who, blindly arrogant, Mocked at all pain and want, Perversely reckless of the sin and shame. If but her vanity Might hold supremacy. And to her sumptuous courts came embassies, A giddy, thriftless throng, Sent from all realms, with fulsome flatteries Joining her dowried minstrels in their song, Crying in blatant tones that her alone Empress of splendor all the world should own. Thus sped long, prosperous years. Fearless of adverse skies. With sunny brow, and eyes As yet undimmed by tears. Folly' s Bells 9 From her fine windows far and wide looked she — That haughty dame Richberta — many a day Watching with pride the white sails, fleet and free, Fluttering outward from Stavoren bay, Or the home-coming keel, with treasures vast Deep-laden, dip lowly the bending mast. Ill Ships the staunchest were hers to run Swift as a shuttle to and fro Every kingdom under the sun — Weaving a web of friendship so. And of the bounty that blesses earth — Wealth of the seas or worth of the land, Or whatsoever therein had birth. Readily bringing at her command ; While timber and granite from Noroway, And iron and copper from Russian mines, Higher and broader day by day Builded her towers or lengthened her lines. lo Folly' s Bells Then cedar and cinnabar, silver and gold, Velvet and satin and finest wool. In plinth and pillar, and fold on fold, Yielded their beauty to her control. And hosts of ministrants — deftest — best — Wrought with a tireless brain and hand, Or waited, obsequient, every guest. And spread her praises throughout the land. IV With all this pomp elate. The porter at Richberta's palace gate Welcomed one merry Christmas morn A gray-haired man, who leant Upon an oaken staff. Wrinkled and bent Was he, — o'erburdened with the many cares Which he had gathered unawares From the sad hearts to want and sorrow born. That, out of poverty and pain forlorn. Had dropped full heavily Into the bundle of his patient life ">niii^ Folly's Bells 13 Woes which eye cannot see Nor will the ear attend amid the strife When selfish aims and avarice compete Where wealth and grandeur have their lofty seat. V Lackeys and menials base cast many a stare, And mutter many a sneer Upon the gray-haired pilgrim drawing near, Whose calm, clear eyes of eager scrutiny Pierce through and through All things within his view, Behold the glitter and the specious glare Of all this lavish splendor silently ; Beauty and grace of varied forms and hues Nor dazzle nor confuse His earnest gaze. With footsteps firm he treads Where'er the outer court its show dispreads. VI The inner court — the gorgeous banquet-hall ! Here the slant sunbeams fall 14 Folly' s Bells O'er crowded buffet and on loaded board. All costly wines are poured, And luscious viands in profuse display — Meats, fruits, and comfits — make a grand array In golden vessels radiant as the morn That breaks o'er summer seas in majesty. Beakers and goblets that rich gems adorn, Salvers and chargers crusted preciously With opulence of jewels; patterned rare — Moorish, or arabesque, — all quaintly fair. Challenge attention — claim, as homage due. Warm admiration — and receive it, too, Save from that pilgrim gray. Who searches o'er and o'er the vast display. And with a saddened visage turns away. VII High on her dais, in regal state, Lady Richberta surveys the scene ; Fawning courtiers may kneel and wait While she studies the old man's mien. Folly's Bells 15 Soon, at her mandate, a trumpet brays ; He heeds the signal, he stands at her feet, And shimmer of satin and diamonds' blaze The tattered serofe of his mantle meet. He bows on his staff, but he bends not knee. Though he notes the ire in her scintillant eyes, And, as Bragi might answer fierce Ate, To her anxious questioning thus replies : "Most gracious lady, having heard the fame Of your great wealth and loveliness, I came. Leaving the old Hercynian woods, whose shade Shelters my hut of clay. And my pale brothers, in their poverty. Far, far behind. I crossed. the foaming sea, Of every mortal evil unafraid. If, ha]3ly, I might find Amid your grand array The one best thing all-wise, all-potent Heaven To this bright world hath given. 1 6 Folly's Bells ''Vain is my quest. Amid your glittering stores I find it not, O lady proud and gay ! Your mirthful life is but a wretched lot ; With that unblest, Empty as dross is all this proud array ; Your wealth, a dewdrop in the summer's sun; Your claim to highest splendor, falsely w^on." VIII At these plain words Baffled ambition and chagrin intense Their balefires mounted on Richberta's cheek. Thrice she essayed to speak, But, held in leash by passion's furious power, Her tongue and lips refuse Their wonted office. Yet her virulence Of gesture swift imbues Her minions with her ire. Their black brows lower, And, drawing ready swords. Folly s Bells 17 With angry menacing of fearful fate They speed the old man to the city's gate. Then through the scurrile crowd Of pampered flatterers feasting at her board Uprose the wassail loud ; Full freely flowed the mead, red wine was poured ; And ribaldry In song and glee Started strange echoes 'neath the tapestries; Smote the still evening air, whose tranquil wings, As of a grieved spirit's murmurings. Filled all the starry spaces with its sighs. IX Ere the next noon, through every house and hut The rumor passed that Heinric Schley versen, The boldest admiral of all her fleet, Obedient to the mandate first promulged At dawn by Korthar, privy counselor And trusted friend of Lady Richberta, Had summoned all his mariners in haste, 1 8 Folly's Bells And quay and dock swarmed with a motley crowd That bustled to and fro in eager zeal. Where the great ships lay idly moored arose The quick, sharp strokes of hurrying artisans, The heavy thud of sledge and adze, the clank Of chains, the creak of windlass, and the twang Of loosened cordage, with the rustling, shrill And sibilant, of unbrailed canvas. Thus Through labor's mighty diapason rang The grandest anthem earth can raise to heaven. Hard hands of toil, bronzed brows, and sinewy arms. Yours was the grandeur, yours the nobleness, That had Atlantean splendor gladly brought Misguided Richberta, were that her wish! X Heinric Schleyversen stroked his yellow beard, And, with the air of one who holds secure A weighty secret, trod with conscious power His vessel's deck and gave in bugle tones Folly's Bells 19 His orders right and left, till all the fleet, Made stanch and burnished as for festival. Passed down the bay one quiet, starry eve When tides propitious bore them safely forth And gracious breezes filled the swelling sails. Lady Richberta, in her queenliest robes. Surrounded by her maids, looked from her tower. Cresset and torch alight their fullest beams Flinging athwart the jewels in her hair, Most beauteous beacon of the night she stood. Which the departing fleet beheld in awe, Chivalric likening, with irreverent breath. To some pure saint with heavenly nimbus crowned. Thus watched she there till every snowy sail Dipped low beneath the far horizon's rim, Her lords in waiting wondering at her stay. Yet none durst break the silence of the hour Nor ask the purport of the whispered words That stirred her pallid lips as she at length, All tremulous, came down the marble stairs And hastened on to reach the banquet hall. 20 Folly' s Bells XI Then, with a frenzy wild, she loudly called Her minstrel band. And gave a stern command — In accents that appalled By their sepulchral sound The sycophants around — That mirth and merriment should speed apace The slowly passing hours, And with a ghastly face And air distraught evoked the highest powers Of dulcimer and flute, — That might allay the tumult in her soul, Her saddest fears confute. Her dark forebodings banish or control. XII So passed the feverish days — Her greed, insatiate. Seeking many, many ways To draw within the palace gate Folly's Bells 21 All novelties and wonders yet ungained, If, peradventure, thus might be obtained The one best thing That should true splendor bring. For this with wasting envy now she pined, — The hoary pilgrim's words still fresh in mind. Yet fruitless all her care, and all the skill By which her servitors would fain fulfill Her wildest scheme. Months flee — yet all in vain Is effort and appeal to gain The treasure craved so long. And even its search seems but a senseless dream To those who stroll her glittering corridors. With vaunting voice count her increasing stores. And lead the dance and troll the fulsome song. XIII The years move slowly on. In discontent, Yet haunted by the hope of gaining soon That one best thing. 2 2 Folly's Bells Lady Richberta keeps, with strictest care, Whene'er the new moon from her silver shell Showers softest radiance over Flevum's tide, A vigil, vowed in secret that fair night When Heinric Schleyversen sailed down the bay ; Vigil of penance and petition wild, That this her heart's desire may be obtained. Through seven long years — oh! weary, waitinj years ! No answer had she to her earnest prayers: Yet through those years she failed not in her vow. But climbed religiously the long, steep stairs Within the watchtower to its highest floor, Just as each new moon flung a parting ray Along the river's breast, and Hesperus With radiant fingers locked the gates of day; And till the hour of midnight, on her knees. Her straining eyes sought painfully the bay, Yearning for signs of the returning fleet. Then, until dawn, in sleepless agony. Perversely blind to other needs, her soul. With tearful voice, in prayer importunate Folly's Bells 23 Besieged Heaven's courts for that most precious boon, The one best thing, To crown the cup, which, for her craving thirst Of power and splendor, most egregiously. Had base ambition, with consummate art. Filled to the jeweled brim. Thus, thus she watched. And prayed, and wept, with superstitious zeal For the completion of her selfish will. Nor heeded how, outside her palace-walls. Famine, disease, and death held carnival. XIV The wintry blast swept wildly o'er the dunes; The swiftly changing sands held dangers dire, So in the fishers' huts the fare was scant. And strong men, struck with fear, hung up their nets And laid aside the spear. The housewives sat No longer in the sun, pillow on knee ; Bobbins and bones and flaxen thread, which erst Their busy fingers wove to flowery film. 24 Folly' s Bells In shining tangles tasseled the damp walls, Where seldom smoke or flickering flame arose, Or savory odors of the steaming food ; While little children, crying in the night, Hungry and freezing, sobbed their young lives out. Ah, me ! the darkness of those dismal days ! — The cruel want, the anguish of despair Through pain and pinching cold and death ; — far worse Death's pitiless neglect, Avhen death had been A blessed boon to young and old alike! And yet, Richberta, all her halls ablaze With light and warmth, the crimson and the gold Superbly sumptuous, as in overflush Most prodigal of life and all life's needs. Shimmering and throbbing, in a beauty wild With an excessive pleasance, counted hers A hard and bitter lot, demeaned herself Most shrewishly and sharp, an iron hand Clinched firmly o'er her treasures, while her maids And all her ministers besought in vain Some slight compassion for the starving poor. Folly s Bells 25 XV Winter at last is ended. God be praised for the spring ! Still is the furious tempest ; Doubt and despair take wing. Tenderly lingers the sunshine Where the shadows have lain ; Hope with her smile illumines The labors of life again. Out on the sparkling billows The fisherman toils all day, Homeward at eve returning To wife and children gay. Cold and pain forgotten, Though meager and mean their store, Thankfulness sweetens all things ; Plenty is theirs once more. Yet to the springtime greetings Lady Richberta replies With a gloomy, querulous accent, And frowns at the brightening skies. 26 Folly's Bells She is tiring of her vigils, And the fair young moon of March She sees, in the gathering twilight, Lighting the stairway arch. '' Of what avail ? " she crieth. Yet dares not break her vow. Slowly ascends the turret, And on her knees bends low; And watch and prayer and penance Are offered listlessly; When, lo! the boon is granted — Whitens the purple sea ! XVI Sunrise shines on the full sails, gleaming White as the wings of an angel band; Wondering whether awake or dreaming, Lady Richberta waves her hand. All its banners the whole fleet, proudly. Swift as a lightning's flash, fling wide ; Trumpet and drum to her signal loudly Answer across the swelling tide. Folly' s Bells 27 Slowly (how slow to her who waits them !) The heavily laden ships draw near. Is it some evil that thus belates them ? Pales Richberta in mortal fear. Scarcely the gunwale clears the water; Grass grows green on the quarter-deck. What is this priceless gift they have brought her, Holding such mighty force in check? Who is the old, old man so warily Scanning the tide as the ships sail in? Brave young Heinric Schleyversen ! Verily, Perilous voyaging this has been ! XVII His tall form bowed. His visage deeply lined With many furrows prematurely ploughed. His yellow beard and hair Bleached to' a snowy whiteness, standing there At his proud vessel's prow, the light west wind 28 Folly s Bells Tossing his loose locks, as the helmsman steers Safely to port amid the welcoming cheers Of humble fisher-folk, whom early day Calls to the seines that hold their finny prey. 'Tis he — bold Heinric of the eagle eye! And seeming patriarch of a hundred years. XVIII To pale Richberta's cheek a blush goes leaping — A blush of shame, for conscience is but sleeping — So changed is he. Her vain decree Had not so written in its bond this waste Of manhood's prime. Life's glory so defaced — Degraded — set at nought — Appears as her own crime In this brief moment. Ah ! did she but know — Could she, so blind, but see Now is her trial hour ! Or weal or woe Hangs on the issue of this passing thought, To her and thousands more the destiny. Folly's Bells 29 XIX Scarce had the chapel bells for matins rung Ere the bold voyagers, every ship in dock, And all sails furled, were eager to unlade And to deliver up their precious freight. Impatiently they wait the admiral's word. A- chosen few at length with him set forth, Stepping in rhythmic cadence to the notes Of drum and bugle, resonant and shrill. With radiant banners waving in the breeze. Along the busiest streets of Stavoren, A train of idlers gathering as they go. While all the bells peal loudly far and near In joyous greeting of the wealth they bring. They reach the entrance of the palace courts Just as the seneschal at noon's high hour Flings wide the gates, proclaims in haughty tones That Lady Richberta awaiteth them In the grand audience hall. A host of wide-eyed courtiers stand aloof As in they pass where a magnificence Of gold and purple, in gay garniture 30 Folly' s Bells And garb, hold for a moment's space their gaze — Those shabby, seaworn men — such contrast sharp It lends to them and to the gift they bear. XX Transcendent loveliness was in the smile That wreathed Richberta's lips as they advanced. And through her counselor, Korthar the wise, She gave them gladsome greeting and loud thanks For that they had fulfilled her high behest So faithfully, so well — the while she eyed Most curiously the clumsy load, that, now. Each man, obedient to the leader's glance, Laid at the lady's feet. Thereat he knelt — Brave Heinric — humbly knelt, and kissed the hem Of her resplendent robe. Then, standing, told In low and modest tones the fearful tale Of their long voyaging. She heard him not Save with the outward ear ; her mind intent Upon the treasures lying there and yet Folly's Bells 31 Concealed from view within their rusty sacks, No eye, no thought has she, for him who speaks Of icy rigors in the northern seas. Of blasting noontide heat 'neath tropic suns. Hunger and pain oft seated at the helm, While fierce monsoons and pitiless hurricanes Drave the whole fleet on treacherous rocks, or shoals, And threatened to engulf in watery graves; Or base marauders, and vile, savage men, Devoid of mercy, strove e'en unto death To wrest the secret of their great emprise; And how, undaunted still, they kept their way Those many years. Yet all a bootless quest. Until they reached, one quiet autumn day The long, low beach of a great inland sea, Whose tranquil tide drew all the ships along, Like a young brood of swans, far up among The reeds that fringed with green the little bays. Which, denting all the coast, a harbor gave To ships and shallops sent from every clime That precious thing to gain — the world's best gift — Abundantly vouchsafed that happy land. 32 Folly' s Bells XXI At those last words he fixed his steadfast gaze Full on Richberta's wandering eyes, then paused ; Thus drew her thoughts to him as he resumed : ''x\ beauteous land, indeed. Most puissant mistress — beautiful And grand with all that nature yields ! In quiet pastures herds unnumbered feed; The hills are white with flocks of softest wool; And, in the harvest fields. Young men and maidens, ruddy as the morn. Singing for glee, bind up the ripened corn. "I heard no murmuring of the poor man there Of needs left unsupplied, And no complaining in the busy street Of harsh control ; but, far and wide. The peasantry, a hardy, happy race. Of i)lainest food had plenty and to spare; And, blithe and sweet. Peace and contentment shone on every face. Folly s Bells 33 ''Of flashing gems and gold and velvet stuff, None did I see. Mine eyes of those enough, In all the lands where I had plied my quest, Had seen and known ; And only now, alone, Sought out of all earth's products one — the best; That which of peace and comfort holds the key; Of which whoso deals largess keepeth sway Of all rebellious hearts, and setteth free The abject from their fears ; and day by day. Dispensing widest trust and love and joy, Brings for the soul its most approved employ. "And so, my liege, I bring From that delightsome land, As to me seemed best, Of its abundance. To the water's edge I filled my ships. And now in your fair hand It is my lofty meed and privilege To place that wondrous treasure — that best thing." He ceased. With skilful fingers quick was loosed The mouth of one full sack from out the heap 34 Folly's Bells Laid at the lady's feet, And thence brought forth, from its ungainly keep, A handful of ripe wheat. XXII It was an awful moment. None dared speak. Each might then have heard his neighbor's heart beat In the silence deep That filled the place while Heinric reverently Essayed to drop the shining golden grain Into the lady's ready, outstretched palm. But with a sudden scorn Her trembling hand she hastily withdrew. And every glittering corn Full on the pavement fell — most sharply fell — Striking the marble in the ominous calm With the dull, muffled cadence of a knell. As with the turn of tide The storm increases, so her accents grew More and more vehement as her speech found vent In words her courtiers round grew pale to hear — Filling the vulgar crowd with horrent fear. :ll Folly's Bells 2>1 XXIII "Thus, minion, thus," she cried, '* Do I cast wide You and your paltry freight, With my supremest hate. This — this you deem, Base miscreant ! the perfectest, the best, Of all the wealth the wide world can bestow ! Insolence supreme. To plan such failure for my highest hope ! That from my splendid scheme would dare to wrest Your own conceit so low, And with my sovereignty essay to cope ! '' Presumptuous fool, take quickly hence Yourself, your crew, and their preposterous load! And, ere the tide has seven times ebbed and flowed, Cast seaward from your ships Their hateful cargo. If a single grain From careless fingers slips Into a beggar's hand, swift doom — condign — The bitterest pain — 38 Folly' s Bells Each man shall follow. Strict obedience Be yours. — Go! — And from sight most straightly place Of this your luckless errand every trace." XXIV At these last words Korthar raised high his pike, And prudently waved back the populace, That gazed with gaping mouths upon the group Of gallant sailors, crushed so cruelly. Sadly assuming their despised load. A look of keenest anguish had displaced The mild benignity that graced so well The furrowed face of Heinric Schleyversen. Deeper and darker were the lines now drawn About his noble features. Gray as death The shades contending with the fiery flush Of injured honor on his lofty brow. As, tottering feebly, scarcely could he pay The low obeisance, which, imperiously, Richberta claimed of all to whom she spake ; While many a gibe and fleer fell on his ear. Folly s Bells 39 And now, again, in jangling dissonance, The bells with wildest, fiercest tumult fling Richberta's wrath upon the echoing air As from her presence slowly he goes forth. XXV Wrapped in a purple pall the sun went down. The eve-star hid her rays. The hurrying scud, With wide wings fluttering, hovering, rushing in. Seemed vast battalions of a ghostly host Presaging woe. And when the new moon hung For a brief space above the city's walls. She held the old moon in her slender arms, — Omen most dire ! — at which the fishers' wives Tended in tears the taper at the pane, Hushing the children's glee, to hear the steps Of loved ones hastening home ere bursts the storm. The white-lipped waves that fiercely lapped the shore Glowed crimson soon from glare of lamps alight Through all the harbored fleet. But wildest scream Of startled sea gulls seeking safe retreat. And roar of rampant breakers at the dykes. 4.0 Folly' s Bells Were lost amid the outcries of the crews, — In their dismay, with frantic turbulence Working like demons at their desperate task, Sack upon sack and tierce on tierce, well stored, From faultless order wresting, with coarse shouts And oaths, that with the creaking windlass made Terrific discord. At the midnight hour Out of the bosom of a sable cloud The north wind burst, with sudden vengeance sped Throughout the city, raved around the dykes. Across the dunes, and harried all the port. The toiling sailors heard it — felt its power Whistling defiant madness 'mong the shrouds, — Mast and spar tearing to splinters, crash on crash. And blow succeeding blow — a hurricane Indeed,— and yet all stolidly wrought on — Though, strained in every part, the stout ships reeled - With deafening uproar striving to outdo The furious storm. Folly's Bells 41 \ XXVI Vainly the admiral Issued peremptory orders, bidding cease Their reckless toil. H,e knew the jetsam vast — So many and so many heavy sacks And tierces numberless — had heaped the shoals, And rapidly a bar, immense and strong, Was rearing at the port. E'en now the tide, Obstructed thus, raging and roaring sent A thrill of sharp alarm, chill as stern death. Through every nerve and vein — a prophecy Of swift-impending doom. Such climax near, More willing he Richberta's ire to dare Than nature's occult issues to defy. But all too late his orders. This alone Knew they (the reckless crew), or cared to know — To hide as swiftly as they might beneath The furious waves their hated freight. And thus The livelong night they toiled. When morning broke. Rest — a brief space, they took Now, whence and what The awful change that in the glimmering light 42 Folly' s Bells Meets their swift gaze? A flood — a raging flood Spreads far and wide Heinric Schleyversen treads, From stem to stern, impatiently, the deck Of his uneasy vessel, uttering low A groan of deepest anguish, while from all The w^atching fleet a cry uprises shrill — " The dykes ! the dykes are broken ! ". . . . Blank despair, Or rigid horror, sits on every face x\t the wild, widespread ruin XXVII Springtime rains And melting snows had swelled the river's tide. Flevum, full bosomed, aided by the wind. Had burst triumphantly the barriers strong That in the ancient days the fathers built At an uncounted cost of time and toil — And life (more dear than all), and whose renown The nation's glory reared, for they had held In their control the sources of her w^ealth. Folly' s Bells 43 Of this destruction sure, the raging wind, Its wrath not yet appeased, veered swiftly south, — The shelving sands along the seashore sent In rapid eddies, buffeting the waves ; And, mingling there in strange companionship With wasted cargo of Richberta's fleet — By rolling surges held and made secure — Piled rapidly a dune so sharp and sheer Most vehement current of the inner tide Might nevermore descend. Yet high and broad Came on the river, with terrific force, In its exultant freedom field and fell Clear sweeping. And yet on and on it came. Its rapid waters ravening as they come Like hungry wolves, around the city's walls Gnashing their white teeth, till each bulwark fell; Then, indiscriminate, of hut or hall Grasping a variant prey, and on its breast Bearing triumphantly to meet the sea. Higher and higher the tumultuous waves. The dune upbuilding, Flevum's trover took, And with a thunderous roar his progress stayed. 44 Folly's Bells And so the baffled current sullenly Spread east and west — a restless bay became. And when the day had fully dawned, behold, The fleet lay anchored in a wide expanse Of tossing waters ! XXVIII Gone were buoy and quay, All alien vessels, and all kindred craft. The great storehouses crammed with costly goods. The mighty derricks, and the fishing gear. With every fisher's hut, and all the homes Of thrifty merchants — gone, or hidden deep Beneath the waves. Save the one topmost tower Of proud Richberta's palace, nought was seen Of stately Stavoren. The sailors gazed Aghast. Where were the gladsome crowds that trod But yesterday its busy streets ? the groups Of gossips at the cottage doors? and where The merry children singing songs of spring? The haughty dame, the flatterers of her court. And her imperial grandeur? Folly's Bells 45 Each for each Answered 111 silent language, eye to eye, Questions unutterable, as still they gazed In awed amazement and in fearful hope Some trace, though slight, of sentient life to see Amid this dreary waste ; when, lo, appears A white hand beckoning from the turret top ! And whose all knew, and that but yester morn At this same hour it beckoned last. Enough ! To crippled mast, or from a broken spar, A score of men in haste their banners raise, Tattered and stained with salt sea-spray. Anon A white veil flutters from a window bar, And there the fragile tissue hangs till winds And waves tear it to shreds. Ay ! day and night It hung, in mute appeal, as tide on tide Still higher swelled. Was that the truce she fain Would grant the storm -tossed, weary sailors there? Or sign of keen remorse ? or piteous plea For pardon of her tyranny ? 46 ^ Folly's Bells God knows, And He alone; and how, as days went on, And hunger, pain, and cold the measure filled Of her imprisonment, she wept and prayed, Longing for some release. In her despair, The one best thing — so scornfully refused — Seeming, indeed, most priceless gift of earth. Begged she not humbly, famishing and faint. That the wild waters bring to her once more, From the fleet's wasted store of precious wheat. That handful once despised ? XXIX Seven fearful days Of onset and recoil. Continuously The billows surge and leap, their silvery locks Dashing disheveled 'gainst the trembling tower. Then came a calm — an ominous, awful cahii — As if the winds and waves, aweary, paused To gather strength anew; and in the dark And solemn midnight watch the sailors heard — Or fancied so — through the great stillness round, Folly' s Bells 47 The De Profundis chanted plaintively, As it had been an angel's voice upraised From lowest depths of woe. But, ere it ceased, Again the storm-wind, its black wings of hail And biting sleet shook sharp and shrill above The sleeping waters, and the floods arose. Raging and booming with terrific force. And that low voice was hushed — forever hushed ; While suddenly, all strident with distress, In gravest bass, antiphonal, the crews Uplift a Miserere, for their ships No longer own their sway. A plunge — a crash — A deafening crash, and every keel save one Asunder parts, and with its gallant crew Into the ruthless jaws of death soon sinks. The angered waves thundering defiance fierce. XXX And when the gale was spent, the sea at peace, Heinric Schleyversen in that one ship spared — Despoiled of sails and spars, a battered hulk — 48 Folly's Bells Beholding the great sohtude around — Not e'en the sheerest pinnacle above the tide — Called up the remnant of his faithful men ; With brows uncovered in the golden morn, From humbled hearts, together poured they forth Praise and petition to the Power divine Who holds the sea within His mighty hand. XXXI The sun in all his royalty arose, A smile to nature reconciled cast free — Blue sky above and laughing waves beneath, As never storm or sorrow here had birth. And floating, uncontrolled, before the breeze. Went the old hulk with Heinric and his crew — Like Noah in the ark of early time — Far up and on beyond the city's bounds, Beyond where Flevum's dykes were once upreared. Until a haven safe and sure they found. All perils past, a city there they built Wherein dwelt peace and plenty evermore. Folly's Bells 51 XXXII The years, a never-ending flood, roll on. Long centuries have fled : and still the tide Of Flevum's rapid stream flows to the bay, — The proud blue Zuyder Zee— where yet repose Beneath the changeful waves the palaces Of Lady Richberta and all their pomp, And all the wealth of ancient Stavoren. Along the shore are many humble homes ; Here industry and sweet content abide. And when the wintry snows are drifting high. And safe in harbor all the fishers' boats — For furious gales are wrestling with the waves O'er dune and sandspit — aged crones repeat (The while their nimble fingers fashion well Warm hose and garments for the youngster's wear) To happy children, eager-eyed and keen For tales of wonder and of perils past. This legend of Richberta and her doom. But when the full-fed urchins, waxing proud. Coax with cajoling smiles for daintier food. They tell the story of the babes who died 52 Folly's Bells In want of e'en a crust, till tears fall fast; And then, with humble thanks, their daily bread — The wholesome, healthful loaf of ripened wheat — Though coarse it be, these wondering little ones Are glad to take, and with their grandame lift Their songs of grateful praise to Him who sends That priceless gift — the world's best thing. And never Christmas feasting passes by. If greedy, grasping hands essay to claim Too large a share of dainties or of toys, Without a lesson pointed sharp and clear By brief recall of proud Richberta's sin. \BB^fi •I i^. G^tSS m