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 To spread your table and bring your food. If you'd eat, my lad, you must help yourself, Fetch your rations raw from the wood and stream, Split your own fir-roots and light your own fire, Bustle around, and arrange and prepare things. Would you clothe yourself warmly, you must stalk your deer; Would you found you a house, you must quarry the stones; Would you build up its walls, you must fell the logs, And shoulder them all to the building-place.—

[His axe sinks down; he gazes straight in front of him.

Brave shall the building be. Tower and vane Shall rise from the roof-tree, high and fair. And then I will carve, for the knob on the gable, A mermaid, shaped like a fish from the navel. Brass shall there be on the vane and the door-locks. Glass I must see and get hold of too. Strangers, passing, shall ask amazed: What is that glittering far on the hillside?

[Laughs angrily.

Devil's own lies! There they come again. You're an outlaw, lad!

[Hewing vigorously.

A bark-thatched hovel Is shelter enough both in rain and frost.

[Looks up at the tree.

Now he stands wavering. There; only a kick, And he topples and measures his length on the ground;—