The King of Bavaria, who had heard so much reported of the talents and virtues of Madame de Rossi, visited Berlin in 1846. To gratify his desire to behold and hear her, the Princess of Prussia assembled at her house a _reunion_ of the _elite_ of society, and specially invited Madame de Rossi. The King felt deeply the charm of her looks, her manners, and conversation, whilst her singing wound him up to poetical enthusiasm. Under its effect, he wrote the following stanzas, which created an immense sensation at the time. They possess, apart their object, the intrinsic attraction of the highest poetry; but, unfortunately, the language is scarcely translatable, and still less can we do justice in prose to the peculiar German spirit with which the poem is fraught:-- I. Hoch hat dich der Herr gesegnet, Gab dir des Gesanges Macht! Gluecklich welcher dir begegnet In des Zweifels banger Nacht. II. Deiner Stimme Silber Laute Treffen Suess des Hoerers Ohr Dem, der ihnen sich vertraute Offnest du des Himmels Thor. III. Ans der Cherubinen Choere Nahmst, du Hohe, deinen Sang; Seinen Engel Giaubut zu hoeren Jeder wohl zu dem er drang. IV. Aus der reinsten Seele Tiefe Toent ein solches Lied allein; Ist's als wenn der Herr uns riefe Heilig so wie _Er_ zu Seyn. V. Wenn auch einst dein Lied verklungen Bleibt sein Segen ewig doch, Da's in uns den Feind bezwungen Auferlegt der Liebe Joch. VI. Wenn ins Reich der Harmonien Holde, du zuruekgekehrt Wenn der Kraft die dir verliehen Keinen Erdenschranke wehrt. VII. Dann wirst in den Engel Schaaren Singen du an Gottes Thron; Selig wirst du es erfahren, Was des Saengers hoechster Lohn. * * * * * I. High was the boon of Heaven, when he gave thee the mastery of Song. Happy is he that hears it and ascends to its source in the dreadful Night of Doubts. II. For the Argentine sounds of thy voice softly stealing on the hearer's senses, to him that confides in them open the portals of Heaven. III. Of the choirs sublime of the Cherubim thou hast borrowed thy strains; and as he listens, each auditor thinks it is the voice of his Guardian Angel that speaks. IV. Only from the depth of the purest of hearts can such tones arise; it is as if Heaven summoned us to partake of its own thoughts. V. If some day your voice resound no more, the blessing will be resumed; and, wrapped in eternity, it will have destroyed in us the enemy, and we will remain subject to a power of love and charity. VI.