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OH, WHEN WILL YOU STAND FORTH? 171
Or yet gather to hunt,
That their hunger of hate at a feast they may blunt.
When I publish a book: “It is half like himself;”
If I speak, ’t is for vanity’s sake.
What I build in the stage-world of fancy’s free elf
Is but formed from my fatuous self.
When for faith I contend
And our land’s ancient ways,
When the bridge I defend
From our fathers’ great days,
*T is because my poor breast no king’s “ Order” displays.
Oh, when will you stand forth, who shall sunder in twain
All this slander so stifling and foul,
And shall sink in the sea all the terror insane
That they have of heart-passion and will-wielding brain, —
And with love shall enfold
A soul’s faith wide and deep,
That in want and in cold
Would its morning-watch keep
Undismayed, till the light all the host shall ensweep?
Come, thou Spirit of Norway, God-given of yore
In the stout giant-conquering Thor!
While the lightning thou ridest, thy answer’s loud roar
Drowns the din that the dwarfs in defiance outpour;
Thou canst waken with might
All our longings to soar,
Thou canst strengthen in right
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