Hartmann |of the Meadow,| as he calls himself has left us several crusaders' songs, and among them the following: --
CRUSADER'S HYMN.
Min fröede wart nie sorgelos
My joy was ne'er unmixed with care
Until the day
I took this sign that now I bear,
Christ's flower of May:
It tells us of a summer-time,
That will not wither,
A lovely, eye-delighting clime:
God bring us thither!
Up to the numerous choirs,
From which to deepest fires,
His falsehood hurled the Prince of Ill;
But to the good stand open still.
For so the world with me hath dealt,
My mind no more
Longs for her gifts; what once I felt,
Thank God, is o'er!
God hath been very good to me
O'er many another,
Since He from cares hath set me free
That choke and smother
Love in the heart, and bind to home
The foot that fain afar would roam;
While I exultant onward fare,
The triumphs of Christ's hosts to share.