Lars: A Pastoral of Norway

Lars: A Pastoral of Norway

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Lars: A Pastoral of Norway

Lars: A Pastoral of Norway

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           THROUGH many years my heart goes back,
               Through checkered years of loss and gain,
           To that fair landmark on its track,
           When first, beside the Merrimack,
Upon thy cottage roof I heard the autumn rain.

           A hand that welcomed and that cheered
               To one unknown didst thou extend;
           Thou gayest hope to Song that feared;
           But now, by Time and Faith endeared,
I claim the sacred right to call the Poet, Friend!

           However Life the stream may stain,
               From thy pure fountain drank my youth
           The simple creed, the faith humane
           In Good, that never can be slain,
The prayer for inward Light, the search for outward Truth!

           Like thee, I see at last prevail
               The sleepless soul that looks above;
           I hear, far off, the hymns that hail
           The Victor, clad in heavenly mail,
Whose only weapons are the eyes and voice of Love!

           Take, then, these olive leaves from me,
               To mingle with thy brighter bays !
           Some balm of peace and purity,
           In them, may faintly breathe of thee ;
And take the grateful love, wherein I hide thy praise!

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