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Orellana and Other Poems

By J. Logie Robertson

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III. WELCOME!

Was it the filial instinct of a child
Yearning to visit the ancestral home
That drove me o'er the furrows and the foam
To Norway northward of the ocean wild?
Meseemed at least from fell on fell up-piled
Streamed voices—Now at last, though late, ye come;
Here is your parent land, no longer roam:
And the scenes grew familiar all, and smiled.
But who was he, this worshipper of Thor?
Or, likelier, Odin would the genius suit
Of a bold-cruising Viking ancestor—
Some scale-mailed Eric, or chain-shirted Knut!
—Vainly I questioned welcoming breeze and torr,
The winds were silent now, the mountains mute!
 

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