It is <g>Will</g> alone that matters
Will alone that mars or makes,
Will, that no distraction scatters,
And that no resistance breaks.—
[Turns towards the hamlet, where the shades of night
are beginning to fall.]
Come then, Men, who downcast roam
The pent valley of my home;—
Close conversing we will try
Our own souls to purify,
Slackness curb and falsehood kill,
Rouse the lion's cub of Will!
Manly, as the hands that smite,
Are the hands that hold the hoe;
There's <g>one</g> end for all,—to grow
Tablets whereon God may write.
[He is going. Einar confronts him.
Einar.
Stand, and what you took restore!
Brand.
Is it she? You see her there.
Einar.
[To Agnes]
Choose between the sunny shore
And this savage den of care.
Agnes.
There I have no choice to make.
Einar.
Agnes, Agnes, hear me yet!
The old saying you forget,
Light to lift and hard to bear
