This I recall now even while I mourn; The Lord of life has lifted him and borne From mountain-cold and wintry air To fruitage fair In warmth eternal. For where the roots were of that life replete, What gleams and glitters! See, they ran to meet The shafts of wisdom's goodly mines, The gold that shines In veins of God's thought. Now he is lifted up, to light are brought The riches he to guard so faithful sought. The treasures of our past are there, And glintings rare Of future riches. Come, Norway's youth! Unearth to use the hoard That round this heaven-borne flower's roots was stored! To you his message! Hear and heed! Achieve in deed His dream and longing! DURING A JOURNEY IN SWEDEN (See Note 28) My boyish heart in thee confided, For to the great by thee 't was guided. As man, my waiting is for thee,-- _The Northern cause with thee, with thee!_ Rich lands and talents are thy dower, But fallow lie thy wealth and power. _Thou must the North in concord bind, Or never shalt thy true self find._ There's longing in thy folk arisen, Poetic hope--but yet in prison. Though forces great within thee dwell, Thou art not wholly sound and well. Too many things are undertaken, Too oft the task is soon forsaken. Though rich in promptings of the heart, In faith and duty faint thou art. In danger only hast thou thriven, When something great to guard was given. When every breast with warmth shall glow At Sweden's name, thy strength thou'lt know. What's thine alone lifts not thy feeling, Till honor's cause the skies are pealing, Thou hast no joy but daring deed In fortune's favor or in need. For thy fair memories inspiring Are far too great, much more requiring: _The Northern cause! Lead thou the way! 'T will double glory thee repay!_ Of all thou canst, this is the greatest, Thy duty earliest and latest. Thy future rests in its embrace With cure for ills that now abase. Thou land of heart-born fancies thronging, Thou land of poetry and longing, Fill now thy heart, thy spirit free! _The Northern banner waits for thee!_ THE TRYST Silent I'm biding, While softly gliding Sink the still hours to eternity's sleep. My fancies roaming List in the gloaming:-- Will she the trysting now keep? Winter is dreaming, Bright stars are beaming, Smiling their light through its cloud-veil they pour, Summer foretelling Sweet love compelling;-- Dare she not meet me here more? 'Neath the ice lying, Longing and sighing, Ocean would wander and warmer lands woo. Anchored ships swinging, Sail-thoughts outflinging;-- Come we together, we two! Whirling and fallings Pictures enthralling, Fairy-light made in the forest the snow; Wood-folk are straying, Shadows are playing;-- Was it your footstep? Oh, no!