Page:Konradwallenrod00mickgoog.djvu/67

Rh My memories all of Litwa and my parents. Sometimes in dreams I view the honoured forms Of mother, father, brethren; but anew Some cloud mysterious veils their features o'er, Thicker and darker growing evermore. The years of childhood passed away. I lived A German among Germans, and they gave me The name of Walter, Alf thereto as surname. German the name, my soul remained Litvanian; Grief for my parents, for the strangers hatred Remained. The Master Winrych in his palace Reared me, himself did hold me to the font, Loved and caressed me as his very son. But weary in his palace, from his knees I fled unto the Wajdelote. That time Among the Germans was a Litwin bard, Captive for many years,—interpreter, He served the army. When he heard of me That I was orphan and Litvanian, He told of Litwa, cheered my longing soul With his caresses, song, and with the sound Of the Litvanian speech. He often led me To the grey Niemen's shores; from thence I joyed To look upon my country's well-loved mountains.