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100 POEMS AND SONGS
And she was part of this! The first full tone
Thrilled her breast too and woke a thousand mem’ries
Of something that she ne’er before had known!
On that first evening, when the curtain rose,
With timid step one clad in white came forth
And begged for Norway’s art, for our young drama
A home in Norway,—but with so great fear,
The gentle voice was trembling, dim the eyes;
Yet from the voice, the eyes, the form, the bearing.
Was heard a promise in sweet modesty;
For she who spoke those first words on this Stage,
That maiden dark with eyes so deep and true,
Lo, it was she!
And soon her art shone clear
And softly radiant through the evening hours. —
With fairy lightness fell its magic gleams
On hidden longings, sorrows half-concealed,—
But gently, tenderly. If joy she touched,
*T was always softly. But we all could feel
A stream of power so full, that if she had
In an unguarded hour let it flow free
With all its deep and swelling tide sincere,
It would have borne herself from earth away.
In truth, the calmness of her course through life
Was never weakness, but was strength controlled;
Was never fear, but veneration deep
For those whose souls are great: a model she
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