MICHAEL VÖRÖ SMARTY "And now," saith the host ; "afull bumper we'll give : May my late leader' s son as our monarch long live l " But mark, how confused is the guest l
And thus in the course of gay converse anti glee, Fast flew the glad moments away from the three : But the maiden felt love's gentie flame ; She gazed on the face of the noble young guest ; And oft the mute longing her bosom opprest, To know whence he was, and his name. " In this cup,ere we part, I will bid thee farewell l Kind host, and thee, flower of the deep-wooded dell. Oh l that Heaven to Buda may br·ng Thee maid, and thy grandsire, at no distant day : The hunter, who waits thee, compelled is to stay At the court of Matthias the king ."
III.
The sire and his grandchild are now on their way, Their long promised visít to Buda to pay.
"O, where shall we meet with our dear stranger friend 1 Wht.t favouring fate may his footsteps attend 1 Dwells he here, or afar doth he stray In the deptlis of the woods, by the fa wns' cool retreat 1 Quoth the girl ; and her heart with emotion fast beat : Her blush came, and then faded away. The UjJaki onward come galloping now, And laurel-wreath'd Garras, with war-llardened brow ,· Whil st veterans their monarch attend. Old Peterdi lifts up his voice with surprise, His guest he can now in the king recognise : " On his head may all blessings descend l "
