Not me alone, moreover, But millions and millions! Space unending spans not all the questions From earth here and up toward heaven. Weakness cowers in walls of cloisters, But wills of power press onward, And thronging, with longing, They thrust one another out of the lands.-- Whither? Before their eyes is night, "In Nazareth a light is set!" one says aloud, A hundred thousand say it; All see it now: To Nazareth! But the half-part perish from hunger by the wayside, The other half by the sword of the heathen, The pest awaits the pilgrim in Nazareth,-- Wast Thou there, or wast Thou not there? Oh, where art Thou? The whole world now awakens, And on the way is searching And seeking after Thee! Or wast Thou in the hunger? Wast Thou in the pest? Wast Thou in the sword of the heathen? Saltest Thou with the salt of wrath? Refinest Thou with suffering's fire? Hast Thou millions of millions hidden in Thy future, Whom Thou thus wilt save to freedom? Oh, to them are the thousands that now suffer But _one_, And that one I would beseech Thee for-- Nothing! I follow a little brook And find it leads to an ocean, I see here a little drop, And swelling in mist it mounts a mighty cloud. See, how I'm tossed so will-less By troublous waves of doubt, The wind overturned my little boat, The wreck is all my refuge. Lead me, lead me, I see nowhere land! Lift me, lift me, I nowhere footing find! MAGNUS THE BLIND (FROM SIGURD SLEMBE) (See Note 16) "Oh, let me look once again and see Starlight the heavens o'ersweeping!" Begged young Magnus on bended knee, It was sore to see. All the women afar were weeping. "Oh, till to-morrow! The mountains to see And ocean its blue displaying, Only once, and then let it be!" Thus he bent the knee, While his friends for mercy were praying. "Oh, in the church let God's blood so bright Be the last blessing that greets me! It shall bathe with a flood of light Through eternal night My eyes, when the darkness meets me!" Deep sank the steel, and each seeing eye Lightning-like night had swallowed. "Magnus, King Magnus, good-by, good-by!" --"Oh, good-by, good-by,-- You who eighteen summers me followed!" SIN, DEATH (FROM SIGURD SLEMBE) (See Note 17) Sin and Death, those sisters two, Two, two, Sat together while dawned the morning. Sister, marry! Your house will do, Do, do, For me, too, was Death's warning. Sin was wedded, and Death was pleased, Pleased, pleased, Danced about them the day they married; Night came on, she the bridegroom seized, Seized, seized, And away with her carried. Sin soon wakened alone to weep, Weep, weep. Death sat near in the dawn of morning: Him you love, I love too and keep, Keep, keep. He is here, was Death's warning. FRIDA (See Note 18) Frida, I knew that thy life-years were counted. If but before thee a lifting thought mounted, Upward thy gaze turned all wistful to view it, As wouldst thou pursue it.