New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1861-09-01
THE NORSEMAN.
BY oERALD MASSEY

BY GERALD NAsszr'
Aswsrtby strength, with face Of light,
As dark sword.ir0n Ia beaten bright:
A brave frank look, with health aglow,
B0nny blue eyes and open brow;
His freud he welcomes hesrt-in hand,
Bot foot to foot bis foe mnst stand;
A man who Will face 10 his last b 'eath
The sternest facts of life and death:
This is the daring Norseman.
TIL. wild wave motion, weird and strange,
Rocks in him: seaward he must range,
For life is Just mighty Lost
To wear aWav with use, not rust.
Though bitter wintry cold the Storm
The fire within him keeps bin warua
Kings culver at bis flag unfurled;
The a.king's master OF the worlo:
Couquedng CONES the Norenss'
II. hides. at heart of bis rough life,
A world Of sweetness for tho wife,
From Lis rude breast q babe may pTess
Soft milk Of human tenderness,
Make his eyes water, his heart Dance
And sunrise in bi, countenance.
In merry mood bis ale be qus1.
BY freight, and his Jolly heart hughsi
The bltne, greai-hearted Nor'eman.
But when the b,ttle-trumpet rings,
HI. souls a war-horse clad with wingsi
He drinks delight in with the breath
OF battle and TIA dust Of DEATH
The axes reddon, spring the sparks,
Blood-radiant grow the gay nau-sar@'
Such blow mi ht batter, as they icll,
Heavel's gates, or burst the booms oil hehi
30 fights the fearless Noreman.
The Nons.msn's King must stand up tall;
A Lead thai could be seen Ger all;
Maiumast Of Battle, when the piin
Grew mary red with bloody raini
Aud grip bis weapon for the fght,
Untii 'his kuackle. all grew whiIel
Their banner. staff he bears Is best
II Coz ,Ie handful for tho rest,
When follow me" cries The Norssman'
Valiant and true, rs Sagas tell,
The Norseman hated lice Ike helii
Hardy from cradle to the grave,
IT was their religion to te brake;
Great silent fighting men, whose words
Were lew, soon sand, and out with s"oroA'
One, saw bis heart cot from his side,
Liyipa.-snd suiled; and smiling, diedl
lie unconqoernble Noreuan.
they ,wsu the food, they strobe the fsple,
Nor ausiled when tho Vsltyne came
To kiss the chosen for her Charms,
With REST, my hero, in mine arms"
Their spirits through g1u wide wound,
10 NOrec nOoINhy W hTasVh ANNAe'
And borne upou the battle. blast,
Into the Hall Of Heroes passed;
And there was crow ned the Norsomsu'
The Nosenan wrestled with old Rome
For Freedo,n in cur leland home;
He tsiali. us how 20 ride the sea,
With Lempen Bride, Eorse Of tree.
His spirit stood with Robin Hood,
sy Freedom ia the merry grosn WOOD,
when William ruled the English Land,
Wish cruel heart and bloody hands
For freedom tights ths Sorsemsns
Still in our race the MORSE King rsigns,
His hes, blood beats along our viens;
With bis old glory We can glow,
And surely steam where lie could row.
IA danger stirringl Up from sleep
Oar war-dog wakes, bis watch ~ keep;
Stands with our banner over hin,
True o. of old, and stern and grim;
Como on, you'll ind the Norseman.
When swords are glesming, you shall see
The Eorseman's fiice flash gloriously.
With look that makes the foemGn reel;
His u.irsUr from OF old wac steel.
And still no wields, Ia battles hour,
That old Thor's hammer OF Morse poweri
Strikes with desperate arm vi might,
And ct the Last tug turus the fight;
For never yields the Norseinsn.