POETRY.
TRONDHJEM.
AND was it there,—the splendour I behold P
This great fjord with its silver grace outspread..
And thousand-wreck'd and thousand-islanded? Those far-off hills, grape-purple, fold on fold P For yesterday, when all day long there rolled
The blinding drift, methinks, if one had said..
" The scene is fair," I scarce had credited; Yet fairer 'tis than any tongue bath told.
And it was there ! Ah, yes ! And on my way
More bravely will I go, though storm-clouds lower,.
Or all my sky be only cold and grey ; For I have learnt the teaching of this hour : And, when God's breath has blown these mists afar, I know that I shall see the things that are. W_