TOAST FOR THE MEN OF EIDSVOLD (MAY 17, 1864) "T WAS then this land of ours we drew And let it of the sun's warmth borrow, And still with God we 'll conquer, hold: And o'er our freedom guard shall stand. THE NORRÖNA-RACE (NOVEMBER 4, 1864) NORRÖNA-RACE's longing, It was the sea's free wave, And fight of heroes thronging, And honor that it gave; Their thoughts and deeds upspringing From roots in Surtr's fire, His course alone each guided, In eastern, western regions Struck forth in Poland's night, First Norseman, Dane, agreeing But Saga's will far-seeing By little men was bound; Shall nevermore be bound. There is prophetic power In longing hearts of men, For great deeds once again. To solemn vows us draws: Our blood's, our race's cause! HYMN OF THE PURITANS (FROM MARIA STUART) ARM me, Lord, my strength redouble, Heaven open, heed my trouble! God, if my cause Thine shall be, Fell all Thy foes now! Fell all Thy foes now! Roll forth Thy thunders, Thy lightning affright them, Into the pit, the bottomless, smite them, Their seed uproot, Tread under foot! Send then Thy snowy white dove peace-bringing, Olive-branch fair of Thy summer's fruition After the deluge of sin's punition! HUNTING SONG (FROM MARIA STUART) ROUND us rolls the heather's sheen, Heather's sheen, 'Neath the falcon of our queen, Of our queen. FOR TAYLOR'S SONG (FROM MARIA STUART) OR joys the hours of earth bestow Though many follow close, yet know, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, Hadst thou not smiled upon me, thou, I were not weeping now. May God help him who never can Give only half his soul; The time comes surely for that man To take the sorrow whole. May God help him who was so glad, That he cannot forget, Help him who lost the all he had, But not his reason yet. Mary Anne, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, Mary Anne, The flowers that my life had grown, Died out when thou wert gone. |