A land there is, lying near far-northern snow,
Where only the fissures life's springtime may know.
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Come calf now to mother,
Come lamb that I choose,
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Evening sun in beauty is shining,
Lazy puss on the step's reclining.
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"Dance!" called the fiddle,
Its strings loudly giggled,
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Love thy neighbor, to Christ be leal!
Crush him never with iron-heel,
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Lift thy head, thou undaunted youth!
Though some hope may now break, forsooth,
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Have you love for me,
Yours my love shall be,
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When you will the mountains roam
And your pack are making,
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As on I drive, in my heart joy dwells
Of Sabbath silence with sound of bells.
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In all the land our race was once excelling.
In richer regions it e'en now possesses
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When Norse nature's dower
Tones will paint with power,
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When now my song selects and praises
Your forceful name, think not it raises
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Toward God in heaven spacious
With artless faith a boy looks free,
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Of long toil 't is a matter
Through many a silent age,
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Your house to guests has shelter lent,
While you with pen were seated.
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I went to a school that was little and proper,
Both for church and for state a conventional hopper,
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And that was Olaf Trygvason,
Going o'er the North Sea grim,
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We welcome you this wondrous summer-day,
When childhood's dreams on earth are streaming,
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May Seventeenth in Eidsvold's church united,
To hallow after fifty years the day
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(WHEN DYBBÖL WAS CAPTURED)
Dannebrog of old was seeming
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'Twas then this land of ours we drew
From centuries of ice and sorrow,
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Norröna-race's longing,
It was the sea's free wave,
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KAARE
What wakens the billows, while sleeps the wind?
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Wherefore have I longings,
When to live them strength is lacking?
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"Oh, let me look once again and see
Starlight the heavens o'ersweeping!"
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Sin and Death, those sisters two,
Two, two,
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Frida, I knew that thy life-years were counted.
If but before thee a lifting thought mounted,
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As thou sittest there
Skerry-bound and fair,
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Many forms belong to greatness.
He who now has left us bore it
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Our King is bereft of a trusty friend!
And in dismay
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