ale of tears ascend to joy?

"Shall I, drunk with Heaven's draught,
In that tent of stars above,
Dance before the Master's throne
With a halo and a palm?"

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CANTO IX

As the noble negro king
Of our Freiligrath protrudes
From his dusky mouth his long
Scarlet tongue in scorn and rage,--

Even so the moon now peers
Out of darkling clouds. The sad,
Sleepless waterfalls forever
Roar into the brooding night.

Atta Troll upon the crest
Of his well-beloved cliff
Stands alone, and now he howls
Down the wind and the abyss:

"Yea, a bear am I--even he,
Even he whom you have named
Bruin, growler, shag-coat too,
And such other titles vile.

"Yea, a bear am I--that same
Boorish animal you know;
That gross, trampling brute am I
Of your sly and crafty smiles!

"Of your wit am I the mark;
I'm the bugbear--him with whom
Every wicked child you frighten
In the silence of the night.

"Yea, I am that clumsy butt
Of your nursery tales--aloud
Will I shout that name forever
Through the scurvy world of men.

"Oyez! Oyez! I'm a bear
Unashamed of my descent,
Just as proud as if my forbear
Had been Moses Mendelsohn."

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CANTO X

Lo, two figures, wild and sullen,
Gliding, sliding on all fours,
Break a path at dead of night
Through a wood of gloomy pines.

It is Atta Troll the Sire,
One-Ear too, his youngest son,
And they halt within a clearing
By a stone of bloody rites.

"This same stone," growled Atta Troll,
"Is a shrine where Druids once
Slaughtered wretched human wights
In dark Superstition's days.

"Oh! what frightful horrors these!
When I think of them, my fur
Lifts along my back! To praise
God they drenched the soil in blood!

"Certes, men have now become
More enlightened. Now no more
Do they slaughter in their zeal
For celestial interests.

"'Tis no longer holy rage,
Ecstasy nor madness sheer,
But self-love alone that urges
Them to slaughter and to crime.

"Now for worldly goods they strive,
Day by day and year by year.
It is one eternal war;
Each goes robbing for himself.

"When the