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THE CHILD

But if in death the cold waves swallow-?

THE FATHER

Others will come; his kin will follow.

SONG FOR NORWAY'S RIFLEMEN

(1881)

FLY the banner, fly the banner!

For our freedom fight!

'Neath the banner, 'neath the banner,

Riflemen unite!

Graybeard in the Storting

Gives his vote for right and truth,

Rifle-voice supporting

Of our armèd youth.

Music runeful

Ring out tuneful

Bullets sent point-blank,

Fiery coursing,

Freedom forcing

Way to royal rank;

They from silent valleys

To the Storting's rallies

Bring the clear "Rah! Rah!"

And there clamors o'er us

Loud the rifle chorus,

Piercing and repeated: "Rah!
Rah!

Rah-rah, rah-rah, rah-rah, rah-rah."

As the lingering echo rattles,
Listens sure our Mother Norway,
That her sons can go the war-way,
Fight her freedom's future battles.

WORKMEN'S MARCH

LEFT foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
That makes one of many, many,
That makes bold, if fear daunts any,
That makes small the load and lighter,
That makes near the goal and brighter,
Till it greets us gained with laughter,
And we seek the next one after.

Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
Marching, marching of few hundreds,
No one heeds it, never one dreads;
Marching, marching of few thousands,
Here and there wakes some to hearing;
Marching, marching hundred thousands,-
All will mark that thunder nearing.

Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.

Let us march all, never weaken
Time from Vardö down to Viken,
Vinger up to Bergen's region,-
Let us make one marching legion,

Then we'll rout some wrong from Norway,
Open wide to right the doorway.

THE LAND THAT SHALL BE

(DEDICATED TO HERMAN ANKER AND M. ANKER ON THE OCCASION OF THEIR SILVER-WEDDING, SEPTEMBER 15, 1888) LAND that shall be!

Thither, when thwarted our longings, we sail,—
Sighs to the clouds, that we breathe when we fail,
Form a mirage of rich valley and mead
Over our need,—

Visions revealing the future until

Faith shall fulfil,

The land that shall be.

Land that shall be!

All of our labor to sow seeds of gain
Grows in the ages when our names shall wane,
Gathered with others', 't is stored in the true

Will to renew.

MEN AND WOMEN, STRONG AND SOUND 213

This then shall carry our labor within,
Safely within

The land that shall be.

Land that shall be!

Tears that are shed over evil's foul blight,
Blood-sweat in conflict to win higher right,
Hallow the will unto victory's cost.

Let us be lost,

Rooting out wrong, that the good we may sow,
Soon overgrow

The land that shall be.

Land that shall be!

Looming in beauty of colors and song,

Golden in sunlight that glad makes and strong,
Present in children's eyes, looking to-day

Down when you pray.

Winning good victories gives us the power
To own a brief hour

The land that shall be.

YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN, STRONG AND SOUND

YOUNG men and women, strong and sound,

Adorn with beautiful excess

Of play and song and flower-dress

Our fatherland's ancestral ground.

They dream great deeds of ages older,
They long to lead to battles bolder.

Young men and women, strong and sound,
Our nation's honor are, in whom
Our whole life has its better bloom,
Rebirth upon our fathers' ground

Of them of yore. Anew there flower
The old in young folks' summer-power.

Young men and women, strong and sound,
Can doubly do our deeds and fill
With higher hope for all we will,—
Are growth in character's deep ground,
To larger life drawn by the spirit
They from our forefathers inherit.

NORWAY, NORWAY!

NORWAY, Norway,

Rising in blue from the sea's gray and green, Islands around like fledglings tender,

Fjord-tongues with slender,

Tapering tips in the silence seen.

Rivers, valleys,

Mate among mountains, wood-ridge and slope Wandering follow. Where the wastes lighten, Lake and plain brighten,

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