From The German Of Herder. All Faintly Through My Soul To-Day, As From A Bell That Far Away Is Tinkled By Some Frolic Fay, Floateth A Lovely Chiming. Thou Magic Bell, To Many A Fell And Many A Winter-Saddened Dell Thy Tongue A Tale Of Spring Doth Tell, Too Passionate-Sweet For Rhyming. Chime Out, Thou Little Song Of Spring, Float In The Blue Skies Ravishing. Thy Song-Of-Life A Joy Doth Bring That's Sweet, Albeit Fleeting. Float On The Spring-Winds E'En To My Home: And When Thou To A Rose Shalt Come That Hath Begun To Show Her Bloom, Say, I Send Her Greeting! Point Lookout Prison, 1864.