Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1860-05-16

RE A Swedish friend has had the kindne
give us copy Of the ballad Of The Sea King
romance and mythology Of the old Norscmen ar
tcresting subjects to every one.
THE VIKING.
Translated from the swe, d III OF E. g. GeijcE.
When only fifteen years Of age,
I left my mothers home
To herd the goats was q weary task,
And longcd in my hea I to roam.
dreamed, / thought, knew not what,
But life to me, no pleasure brought,
In the woods.
With swelling heart from the mountain top,
gazed Ger the wide, wide sea
l felt the charm of the billow's song,
And they seemed to sing to me:
ssWe come from far of, far off lands
No shacklcs hold us, we feel no bands
In the Ocean"
One morn from the shore, ship saw,
Like q bird in the bay she flew,
Then beat my heart, then sweled my breast,
Then my souls desire knew.
I ran from the goats and my native land,
And Joined the Viking ship and band,
On the Ocean.
The friendly wind leaped in the sails,
And we flew o'er the pillows crest,
My native hills sank in the deep,
But pc lcc was within my breast.
My fathers sword grasped in hand,
And vowed to conquer throne and land
On the Ocean.
The Viking fell from my wrathful steel,
For he called me beardless boy,
l took the ship, and o,er the sea,
found in strife fierce joy.
Full many Fort ovcrthrew,
And shared the spoils with my trusty crew
On the Ocean
With eager lips the foaming mead,
We quaifed on the stormy tide;
We rucd o'cr the waves and every coast;
In Walland took me bride.
Three days she wept, and only three,
And then, was n willing bride to me
On the Ocean.
] had throne and kingdom once,
And under smoky roof,
used to feast, and drink, aud sleep
And lock my doors-forsooth,
Twas but winter and yet to me,
The earth grew small, longed to be
On the Ocean.
I'd nought to do, but helpless fools
Were ever at my back
They'd have me " I'll the farmers barn,
And tie up the beggar's sack,
OF crimes and laws, heard each day
My full, and wished me far away
Un the Ocean.
At length the Winter passed, and then
Over the hills came Spring,
"TO sea, to sea-" the bill ows sang,
Asof o they used sing,
And the balmy winds played o'er the leo,
And the streams unfettered leaped with glee
10 the Ocean.
The came the old resistless love
No live on the stormy main p
threw my gol tu the Winds, and dashed
My crown to the earth again,
And with but ship and sword as before
Viking again, went from the shore
To the Ocean.
Free as the winds, we cared not where,
We sailed over many sea,
And visited many land, and saw
That as of old did we,
So bowed oil men to cares stern away:
But she could not follow onr painless way
In the day when stood on the tossing PROV,
The future was bright to me,
And calm as the swan mid the waving reeds,
sailed o'er the sparkling sea,
Mine was each prize in my path that come,
And free as the boundless space my aim
On the Ocean.
But at night, stood on the plunging prov,
When the waves were running high,
A~d \ an I'd tho Noruoe kpi THAR xu,of
In the storm that went bowling BY
Like the life of man is the billow's flow,
'Tis best to be ready for veal or woe
On the Ocean.
With twice ten years, misfortune comes,
And the dark claims my blood,
She knows it well, she has drank it oft,
When in thickest fight stood.
This beating heart that 80 oft has thrilled,
Must soon BY Deaths cold hand be chilled
In the Ocean.
Yet will not mourn that my days are short,
Brief have they been-but sweet,
To the halls Of the Gods but one wey is known,
And seek it with youthful feet
The billows are singing dirge for me.
And where have lived, my grave shall be
In the Ocean.
Thus the Viking sings,
Wrecked on the lonely shore,
And meath the cruel sea
. He sinks to rise no more
The billows sing again their song.
And the winds go playing by:
But the memory of the brave heart lost
In the deep, shall never die.
According to Scandinavian Mythology, the Norras vi
lree Go iesses one OF whom spun the second wove,
le third cut the thread OF human life
e As an evidence of the improvements Ii
re going on in our town, we will mention th
here are three brick yards in successful Oper
ion, all within one mile of the public square.
'ur town is beginning to wear the appearance
cuty; with its crowded streets and fresh srrivs