Translations. - Legend. (from Goethe.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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AFTER THE MANNER OF HANS SACHSA
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While yet unknown and very lowB
Our Lord on earth went to and froB
And some of his scholars his word so goodC
Very strangely misunderstoodC
He much preferred to hold his courtD
In streets and places of resortD
Because under the heaven's faceE
Words better and freer flow apaceE
There he gave them the highest loreF
Out of his holy mouth in storeF
Wondrously by parable and exampleG
Made every market place a templeG
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So faring in his heart contentH
Once with them to a town he wentH
Saw something blinking on the wayI
And there a broken horse shoe layI
He said thereon St Peter toJ
Prithee now pick up that shoeJ
St Peter was not in fitting moodK
He had been dreaming all the roadL
Some stuff about ruling of the worldM
Round which so many brains are twirledM
For in the head it seems so easyN
And with it his thoughts were often busyN
Therefore the finding was much too meanO
Crown and sceptre it should have beenP
He was not one his back to bowQ
After half an iron shoeJ
Therefore aside his head he bendedR
And that he had not heard pretendedS
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In his forbearance the Lord did stoopT
And lift himself the horse shoe upU
Then for the present he did waitV
But when they reach the city gateV
He goes up to a blacksmith's doorF
Receives three pence the horse shoe forF
And as they through the market fareW
Seeing for sale fine cherries thereW
He buys of them so few or so manyN
As they will give for a three pennyN
Which he thereon after his wayI
Up in his sleeve did quietly layI
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Now from the other gate they trodX
Through fields and meads a housless roadL
The path of trees was desolateY
The sun shone out the heat was greatV
So that one in a region suchZ
For a drink of water had given muchZ
The Lord goes ever before them allA2
And as by chance lets a cherry fallA2
In a trice St Peter was after it thereW
As if a golden apple it wereB2
Sweet to his palate was the berryN
Then by and by another cherryN
Down on the ground the Master sendsC2
For which St Peter as quickly bendsC2
So many a time the Lord doth letD2
Him bend his back a cherry to getD2
A long time thus He let him gleanO
Then said the Lord with look sereneO
If at the right time thou hadst bentH
Thou hadst found it more convenientE2
Of little things who little doth makeF2
For lesser things must trouble takeF2

George Macdonald



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