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TO SCULPTOR BORCH 105
TO SCULPTOR BORCH
(ON HIS FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY)
Wirs friends you stalwart stand and fair,
To-day of fifty years the heir;
The past your works rejoicing praise,
But forward goes your gaze.
Your childlike faith, your. spirit true,
Your hand that never weary grew,
A home’s sweet music, love of wife,
Make ever young your life.
You dared believe with heart alive
That here in Norway art can thrive.
You forced the hardness of our stones
To harmony of tones.
You laid our wild world’s secrets bare
And caught “The Hunter” near the lair.
Our nation’s moods, of beauty born,
Your “Girl with Eggs” adorn.
As o’er a slope’s snow-covered brow
A youth came swiftly flying now,
You saw him, raised your hand, and lo!
He stood there, chiseled snow.
But your “Ski-runner’s” courage good,
It was your own, when forth you stood.
Art’s champion by the world unawed,
And with your faith in God.
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