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." As the lingering echo rattles, WORKMEN'S MARCH LEFT foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken! Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken! Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken! Let us march all, never weaken Then we'll rout some wrong from Norway, 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,— 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 Will to renew. MEN AND WOMEN, STRONG AND SOUND 213 This then shall carry our labor within, The land that shall be. Land that shall be! Tears that are shed over evil's foul blight, Let us be lost, Rooting out wrong, that the good we may sow, The land that shall be. Land that shall be! Looming in beauty of colors and song, Golden in sunlight that glad makes and strong, Down when you pray. Winning good victories gives us the power 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, Young men and women, strong and sound, Of them of yore. Anew there flower Young men and women, strong and sound, 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, |