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98 POEMS AND SONGS
Freedom she craved, that others she might free !
With restless spirit outward went her quest
To people, books; but thoughtful she became,
As one whose search was vain; reserved and shy,
As one whose courage fails;—until one day
He, who from fairy-tale and hero-legend
That wondrous bow received of magic might,
Stood up and to the vale and mountain played:
“Come forth, come from our nation’s heart-deep forth,
Creative might, that in our nation’s morning
Didst lift its image up to dread, to greatness,
In myths of Asas fair and giants grim!
As mountain-walls lean o’er their own reflection,
In that thought-ocean we our life could see,
With spring, with winter, and with spring again.
Thou gav’st our image oft in song and story,
In times of darkness and in times of light;
Our image meets us wheresoe’er we go,—
But yet our nation sees it not, nor looks
Up from its toiling thoughts and dull routine! —
Oh, wake it, lift it, make it see itself!
Then shall it put to use the powers it owns!”
And living echoes answered! Lo, there.swarmed
Elves of the Stage about him, as he played!
They made the lamps to burn, and reared the grotto,
They brought and brushed the costumes Holberg knew,
And in them played their pranks ’neath powdered wigs,—
Roamed on the mountains of a summer night
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