With smiles his soft eyes ever gleamed,
When God and country thinking;
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Lift thou thine ancient yellow-blue!
Aloft the front must show it.
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Have thanks for all from our childhood's day,
Our play together in woodland roaming.
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With death's dark eye acquainted she had been made ere this,
When to her son, her first-born, she gave the farewell kiss,
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Fly the banner, fly the banner!
For our freedom fight!
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Hear us, O age-laden singer!
Streams of your tones are returning,
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Molde, Molde,
True as a song,
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A man in coat of ice arrayed
Stood up once by the Arctic Ocean;
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OCCASION OF THEIR SILVER-WEDDING, SEPTEMBER 15, 1888)
Land that shall be
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(ON HIS FIFTIETH BIRTHDAY)
With friends you stalwart stand and fair,
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When Kattegat now or the Belt you sail,
No more will you sight
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For joys the hours of earth bestow
With sorrow thou must pay.
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When now my song selects and praises
Your forceful name, think not it raises
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Our King is bereft of a trusty friend!
And in dismay
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E'en as the Sibyl in Northland-dawn drew
Forth from the myth-billows gliding,
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(AT THE STUDENT MEETING OF 1869)
Thoughts toward one another coursing
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(IN RINGERIKE DURING THE STUDENT MEETING OF 1869)
We wander and sing with glee
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(WITH A SET OF ROMAN PEARLS)
Pray, take these pearls!--and my thanks for them
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Yes, we love this land that towers
Where the ocean foams;
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I read once of a flower that lonely grew,
Apart, with trembling stem and pale of hue;
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Norwegian seamen are
A folk grown strong 'neath sail and spar;
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Many forms belong to greatness.
He who now has left us bore it
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Song brings us light with the power of lending
Glory to brighten the work that we find;
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Come up on deck! The morning is clear,--
Memory wakes, as the landmarks appear.
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Norway, Norway,
Rising in blue from the sea's gray and green,
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Wergeland's statue on May seventeenth
Saw the procession. And as its rear-guard,
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Thou, who sailest Norse mountain-air,
And Denmark's songs by the cradle singest,
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Now, brothers, sing out our song,
Whose train of light shall follow long!
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(ON HIS SIXTIETH BIRTHDAY)
Our glasses we lift now and drink to our host!
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(WHEN DYBBÖL WAS CAPTURED)
Dannebrog of old was seeming
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