“THE PAGE.”

Come listen, ladies! listen, knights!

Ye men of arms and glory!

Ye who have done right noble deeds,

Aye love the poet’s story.

As minstrels love the warriors bold,

And joyfully sing their fame,

O’er warriors’ hearts the poet’s tale

Shall peaceful triumphs claim.

From distant lands Arion came,

From wandering far and long,

With gifts and gold—for princely hearts

Denied no gift to song.

The song that cheered the saddest wo,

The tale that sings of youth,

Flowing sweetly, flowing on,

Through labyrinths of truth.

Rich tributes had been poured on him,

Arion far renowned,

And fair and gentle loved the rule,

Of one by nature crowned.

But what can gifts and what can gold,

Or Fame’s loud peal avail,

Wandering from his childhood’s home,

His own Corinthian vale?