The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-10-05
THE OMNIBUS.
THORER-A MORSE SAGA.


The paths upon the high Dunfed mued with the snow
The in the black pnewoods bending white and
low,
Now Odin guide the traveller upon the hills tonight
Beneath the rocks of Dunfed and fast beside the sea-
Well fenced from storms, stands Ihorers hal-a goodly
Tn times he sails the sea- and spois the southern
Now warm he SITS and deep he drinks among his viking
bands
There feast strangers his board his gates beggars
Of odns laws and strangers rights he takeh little heed
Six mass chained beside his gate keep watch by night and
day.
They away the beggar man. the stranger away
Twas when the flakes were falling and darkening
Along the paths of Dunfeld an ancient harper wounds
Upon his beard and mantle, upon his hoary hair,
AS the pnes when winds low the heavy wreahs
He turned not from the driving storm, wandered in the
Where thick the drifts choking the hidden shelves
below;
The bitter night the biting wind they chilled him not at ALL
So passed he down the mountain and strobe to Thorer
hall
The dogs have stayed their bayng he drew near
And low they whned and back they skunk, and hid them
And by passed. on loud his knocking rung
AS woodmans in summer time ring the pines
The chursh porter slowly has risen from his place,
And when the door he opened laughed in the strangers
ooh long the ways by which come and i'll they be to
tread,
And wild the night upon the HILL the ancient harper said
eco back quote he "to Dned enough of there
For rooftree and for coyerlet to such theev
The harper harped upon his harp longer would he plead
And he harped the porter fell like that's drunk with
mead.
The harper took him by the legs might take hare
He flung him out among the dogs says "take thy lodging
There narng then and fighting around him where he
fell
wis it every night those masfs Jared so WELL
The harper he has entered and closed the doors again
He heard the shouts and laughter of Thorer and his men,
Yet passed he by and silently has to the chamber gone,
Where the daughter of the soaking sitting all alone
He told her of the drifting and of the weary way
And the gentle maiden sighed she babe the harper stay
Her heart is very heavy-to-day has Thorer said
That with the cruel Alrc that gentle maid must wed.
The tempest beats the pine pans bu ye may hear DIM
And to the chamber steahiy the chilly blasts creep in
The maiden signs and shudders- for very sad is she;
The harper takes his harp she shall hear his mnstresy
The harper hape and he harped the heard no
But murnurs as of summer winds the southern waters oer
The blasts that through the chamber like sum-
air.
And SCENT as of the summer flowers was with them every
where
The harper haped and he harped the walls around her
Like the trees with all their leaves where they stand against
the blue
Beneath her all green and other sound she heard
But the harpng of the harp like the singing of bird
The harper ceased from harpnghe saw the maiden slept
And sadly looked upon her. from the place he slept
Now pleasant be thy seeping!" twas thus the harper
Now pleasant be thy sleep long /" for he saw that she
dead.
Inc beats the pine pans u We may hear DIM
Rue lou1er Is the laughing of Thorers within
ana chill the blast OF winter that steals into the hail.
But stronger far the pine logs that blaze before them all
Inc harper slept before them and to the board he drew
for meat and drink and fire he craved as the strangers
due).
The vikings looked upon him. they laughed into his ac
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