THE SONS OF THE NORTH WIND 



Down thro' the Northlands 

 Come the White Brothers, 

 One clad in foam 

 And one mailed in water 

 Foam white as bear-felt, 

 Water like coat of mail. 

 Snow is the Song of Me, 

 Singeth the one ; 

 Silence the Breath of Me, 

 Whispers the other. 



So sings a Swedish poet, a lineal descendant 

 of one of the Saga-men whose songs the vikings 

 carried to the ends of the world of that day. 

 The song is called 'The Sons of the North 

 Wind,' and the allusion is to an old ballad-saga 

 common in one form or another throughout 

 all the countries of both the Gall and the Gael 

 . . . from Finland to the last of the island- 

 kingdoms between Ultima Thule and the Gaelic 

 West. The White Brothers are familiar indeed, 

 though with us they come oftener clothed with 

 beauty than with terror, with strange and 

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