The spectres advancing danced around
His startled steed;
Which, snorting, stood as if nailed to the ground,
A trembling reed.
From his horse, Sir Oller in haste sprang down.
His foot it slipped;
In a pool of blood, he marked with a frown,
His foot had dipped.
Round Urian thunder rolls again.
Red lightnings glare,
And all o’er which Oller's eyeballs strain
Is blazing there.
Amidst the flames, a bloody band
Sir Oller sees;
Madly he rushes on, sword in hand.
To combat these.
Rut Urian cries in a scornful tone.
"Ha! wouldst thou dare?"
And the knight and his steed are turned to stone.
Ever to stand there!
The other lines are part of a poem addressed to his fatherland
TIL MIT FÆDRENELAND.
Thou spot! where, called by the Almighty’s will.
From nothingness I rose, to meet the strife
Of this dark world, its lengthened hours of ill,—
And still, oh God! to everlasting life!
Beloved spot! where, with enchanted ear,
I listened to the birds the woods among;
Where heaven's own harmonies I seemed to hear
In their blythe carol, and my mother’s song.
Where, from my trembling lips first softly flowed
The name or her who shone in every grace;
When first, spell-bound, my kindling bosom glowed
In love's and friendship’s cordial, warm embrace.
O, native land! have I not sought to gain
O'er our wide globe—where earth’s descendants dwell—
An Eden, calm and fair as thou? In vain;
For thou art linked by memory’s hidden chain
To the blest joys that childhood loved so well!
Ah! nowhere do the roses seem so red—
Ah! nowhere else the thorn so small appears—
And nowhere makes the down so soft a bed
As that where innocence reposed in bygone years!
What though in brighter and less broken rays
O'er the clear fountains and the limpid streams
Of many distant lands, the mild sun plays.
Than o'er the Belt and our cold zone it beams.
Range round the world, and melt in tropic grove.
Or shiver 'midst the mountain-fields of snow;
Hear from a thousand lips where'er ye rove,
Nature's and its Creator's praises now;
Remark where her bright blessings Freedom sheds.
And the rich grain for all its treasures spreads;
