… O'er uplands fresh swift sped my sleigh…
A light snow fell; along the way
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Evening sunshine never
Solace to my window bears,
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A friend I possess, whose whispers just said,
"God's peace!" to my night-watching mind.
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Have you heard what says the Swede now,
Young Norwegian man?
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Give us, God, to Thee now turning,
Fullness of joy, tears full and burning,
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Youthful friends here a circle form,
Elder foes now surrender.
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You chosen men we welcome here
From brothers near.
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God, we thank Thee for the dower
Thou gavest Norway in his power,
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Ever he would roam
Toward th' eternal home;
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If you were born before yesterday,
Surely you've heard about Tailor Nils, who flaunts him so gay.
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As thou sittest there
Skerry-bound and fair,
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(In her lodgings)
To-day King Harald
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April for me I choose!
In it the old things tumble,
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(DIED OF OVER-EXERTION AS VOLUNTEER MILITARY-SURGEON, 1864)
He gave heed to no Great Power
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My boyish heart in thee confided,
For to the great by thee 't was guided.
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Evening sun in beauty is shining,
Lazy puss on the step's reclining.
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Some poor man in need
To bless and to feed,
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A still procession goes
Amid the battle's booming,
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"Forward! forward!"
Rang our fathers' battle-cry.
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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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Evening is coming, the sun waxes red,
Radiant colors from heaven are beaming
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His day was the greatest the Northland has seen,
It one was with the midnight-sun's wonders serene:
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So let these songs their story tell
To all who in the Northland dwell,
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Day's coming up now, joy's returned,
Sorrow's dark cloud-castles captured and burned;
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Winter had sought his life's tree to o'erthrow,
Youthful and strong. But his blood's vernal flow
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"Here your Hamar-made matches!"—
Of them these verses I sang;
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Spring's herald, hail! You've rent the forest's quiet?
Your hair is wet, and you are leaf-strewn, dusty…
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Round us rolls the heather's sheen,
Heather's sheen,
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Arm me, Lord, my strength redouble,
Heaven open, heed my trouble!
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