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150 POEMS AND SONGS
With wealth of light and power.
There shines he: HENR1IK WERGELAND,
Out over Norway’s pallid strand
In memory’s clear hour.
OLD HELTBERG
I wenr to a school that was little and proper,
Both for church and for state a conventional hopper,
Feeding rollers that ground out their grist unwaiting;
And though it was clear from the gears’ frequent grating
They rarely with oil of the spirit were smeared,
Yet no other school in that region appeared.
We had to go there till older; though sorry,
I went there also,—but reveled in Snorre.
The self-same books, the same so-called education,
That teacher after teacher, by decrees of power royal,
Into class after class pounds with self-negation,
And that only bring promotion to them that are loyal!—
The self-same books, the same so-called education,
Quickly molding to one type all the men in the land,
An excellent fellow who on one leg can stand,
And as runs an anchor-rope reel off his rote-narration ! —
The self-same books, the same so-called education
From Hammerfest to Mandal—(’tis the state’s creation
Of an everything-and-every-one-conserving dominion,
Wherein all the finer folk have but one opinion! )—
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