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OLD HELTBERG 153
Home with us a symbol of the storms of that age,
When “ Wergeland’s wild hunt” o’er our country could
rage!
There was power in the men who took part in that play,
There was will in the power that then broke its way.
Now alone he was left, forgotten in his corner, —
But in deeds was a hero,—let none dare to be his
scorner!
He freed thought from the fetters that the schools inherit,
Independent in teaching, he led by the spirit;
Personality unique: for with manner anarchic
He carved up the text; and absolute-monarchic
Was his wrath at mistakes; but soon it subsided,
Or, controlled, into noblest pathos was guided,
Which oft turned in recoil into self-irony
And a downpour of wit letting no one go free. —
So he governed his “horde,” so we went through the
country,
The fair land of the classics, that we harried with
effront’ry |
How Cicero, Sallust, and Virgil stood in fear
On the forum, in the temple, when we ravaging drew
near!
*T was again the Goths’ invasion to the ruin of Rome,
It was Thor’s and Odin’s spirit over Jupiter’s home,
—And the old man’s “grammar” was a dwarf-forged
hammer,
When he swung it and smote with sparks, flames, and
clamor.
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