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POEMS AND SONGS
Can this into a box be juggled
And o’er the boundary be smuggled?
And that just now when beacons lighted
On all the mountain-tops are sighted,
And when our folk-high-school’s young day
The Norse heart kindles with its ray,
Renewing mem’ries, courage bringing,
While they are hearing, trusting, singing ; —
Just when the deep in billows surges,
Responsive to the tempest’s might,
And over it the Northern Light
Of Youth’s refulgent hope emerges; —
Just when the spirit everywhere,
While walls lie low as trumpets blare,
Is breaking from the ancient forms,
And will of youth the heights now storms.
A battle-age,—and we are in it!
The greatest thing on earth: to be
Where powers that are bursting free,
Self-shaping seek their place and win it;—
Our fusing passion all to give,
To cast the statue that shall live,
To press the mold of our own form
On what shall be the future’s norm,
Into the age’s soul thus breathed
The spirit God to us bequeathed.
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