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116 POEMS AND SONGS
Hurrah for pilots true
Who forth to meet them flew!
Hurrah for them who ply
Their fishing-boats ’twixt sea and sky!
Hurrah for all our boast,
Our skerry-skirted coast!
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HALFDAN KJERULF
(1868)
Winter had sought his life’s tree to o’erthrow,
Youthful and strong. But his blood’s vernal flow
Saved it from death through the cold and the maiming;
Late in the summer bright flowers were flaming,
Late in the autumn they swelled to completeness, —
Fruits that were few, but of fragrance and sweetness.
Poets received them to endless seed-sowing,
Where for his folk endless summer is glowing,—
While more and more,
Stricken he hung o’er the death-river’s shore,
Fighting in weakness the winter abhorred,
Fighting for summer, the singer’s reward,
Fighting while failing, with modesty rare,
Soon but in prayer.
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