We wanted verses from Béranger

Since I withdrew from our fair fatherland, And other countries saw, I hear one stay me: Return, return, hear him who calls to you, We wish to have more verses from Béranger. Let, then, this smiling muse repose; She already dwells in heaven with its open fields, To praise her God with a voice that dreams in joy Each day as she joins the celestial concerts. She once sang the most frivolous airs; For her good heart, God called her to Himself, Not having found her various songs bad. He loved, He prayed, and never hated anyone. If I was able to scourge the Capuchin race With their good heart the French have laughed. If the good God destines me to return to this world, To mock them still I shall be compelled. Béranger.

Note. – Here the Spirit of Béranger, leaving us given over to our prayer, gave us the following verses: What! You murder me, frivolous and human race! Verses! My verses always! Poor Béranger Has made enough of them upon the earth where he passes And against them his end should have protected him. But no, since he is nothing, and may his fate be fulfilled! In dying, he hoped the good God would prevent it. If you wish to punish me, alas! May poor Béranger, To whom you devote torment, bear it. Béranger.

I ESSAY YET ANOTHER OF MY SONGS.

(Spiritist Society of Mexico.)

I.

Dear son of a beloved land, I always remember you here.

Under other skies, a regenerated soul, Love, beauty, and youth I saw Of life, at last, on its summit I am flooded, Eternal globe of reincarnations;

And I, poor Spirit of this other world, Essay one of my songs.

II.

I saw arrive this divine creature Whose name envelops in emotion;

But in her eyes naught but tenderness, This gaze of mine could feel without fear. And I fell asleep, and the friend in a deep tone, Gives me on parting tender sounds; And I, poor Spirit of this other world, Essay some of my songs.

III.

Oh, go in peace! Lie down in the grave, Happy dead, cease to awaken;

Closed eyes are screens of shelter That will open to a fair and shining sun. Smile, then, for death down in the depths Wishes to gift you with harvests and prayers; And I, poor Spirit of this other world, Essay one of my songs.

IV.

There they are fallen, giants of glory; Slaves, kings, all will be equal, For the greatest victory for us all Belongs only to him who has known how to love most. There we see that one who, mournful, asks us for love, or whom we leave in affliction. And I, poor Spirit of this other world, Essay one of my songs.

V.

Farewell, friends. I enter that space That at your voice I may always overcome; Immensity is an eternal embrace That soon you will come to traverse. Yes, and with a jovial voice in a joyful tone, Together you will then say my lessons; And I, poor Spirit of this other world, Essay one of my songs.

Béranger.

Observation. – Passing through Paris, the president of the Spiritist Society of Mexico saw fit to entrust to us a collection of communications of that Society, authorizing us to choose what we judged useful. We think that our readers will not protest at this first choice we have made. They will see, from the samples, what beautiful communications are given in all countries. We must add that the medium who obtained the two fragments above is a lady entirely foreign to poetry. [1]

[v. Béranger.]