Note return — POEMS AND BALLADS OF SCHILLER.

Nor all who reach their native land May long the joy of welcome feel— Beside the household gods may stand Grim Murther with awaiting steel; And they who 'scape the foe, may die Beneath the foul familiar glaive. Thus He2 to whose prophetic eye Her light the wise Minerva gave:— "Ah! blest whose hearth, to memory true, The goddess keeps unstain'd and pure— For woman's guile is deep and sure, And Falsehood loves the New!"