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"Dear me, it is When life no Says the
good to be living, labor is giving!" song-bird.
(FROM A HAPPY BOY)
"dance!" called the fiddle,
And tripped him to tumbling, The bailiff's man humbling, To maidens' great glee.
"Hop!" said then Erik,
His foot struck the ceiling, The beams rang their pealing, The walls gave a shriek.
"Stop!" said now Elling,
And seizing him collared,
"You still are too weak!"
"Hei!" said then Rasmus,
"Nay!" answered Randi.
"Here take what I owe!"
LOVE THY NEIGHBOR
Love thy neighbor, to Christ be leal!
Though in the dust he's lying!
Needing alone the trying.
Lift thy head, thou undaunted youth!
Lift thy head to the vision clear!
Lift thy head, for an azure height
Lift thy head and thy longing sing!
Lift thy head and thyself baptize
Have you love for me,
While the days of life are flowing.
With our play will come regrowing.
What you said last year
Birdlike at the window sitting,
Tapping, trilling there,
Joy the warmth of sun befitting.
Do you hear me too,
Youth behind the birch-trees biding? Now the words I send,— Darkness will attend,
May be you can give them guiding.
Take it not amiss!
No, I surely never planned it.
Haste I make to countermand it.
Oh, good-night, good-night!
Of your eyes' persuasive mildness.
Breaking forth with gentle wildness.
Now my song is still;
All the tones, to me returning,
Still and warm the night is yearning.
When you will the mountains roam
And your pack are making,
Light shall be your taking!
To those upland spaces, Toss them with a joyous song
To the mountains' bases!
Birds sing Hail! from many a bough,
Gone the fools' vain talking, Purer breezes fan your brow,
You the heights are walking. Fill your breast and sing with joy!
Childhood's mem'ries starting, Nod with blushing cheeks and coy,
Bush and heather parting.
If you stop and listen long,
You will hear upwelling Solitude's unmeasured song
To your ear full swelling; And when now there purls a brook,
Now stones roll and tumble, Hear the duty you forsook
In a world-wide rumble.