We went to the fjord and in wonder beheld Our hands she then took and away o'er the hill She scattered her snow on the mountain's steep side, Of beautiful maidens she gathered a throng, Then "Forward, go forward!" was borne on the wind, "With forefathers' aim and with forefathers' mind, For freedom, for Norsehood, for Norway, hurrah!" While echoing mountains voiced their hurrah. Then life-giving fountains burst forth on our sight, Then we were baptized with her spirit of might, Then gleamed o'er the mountains a vision high, That summons us onward until we die. SONG FOR NORWAY (1859) NATIONAL HYMN YES, we love this land that towers Where the ocean foams; Rugged, storm-swept, it embowers Many thousand homes. Love it, love it, of you thinking, And that night of saga sinking This the land that Harald guarded This the land that Haakon warded, Olaf here the cross erected, While his blood he shed; Sverre's word this land protected 'Gainst the Roman dread. Peasants whetted axes carried, Broke th' invader's blow; Tordenskjold flashed forth and harried, Lighted home the foe. Women oft to arms were leaping, Manlike in their deed; Others' lot was naught but weeping,Tears that brought their meed. Many truly were we never, But we did suffice, When in times of testing ever Worthy was the prize. For we would the land see burning, Rather than its fall; Memory our thoughts is turning Harder times we bore that tried us Were cast off in scorn; In that crisis was beside us Blue-eyed freedom born. That gave father-strength for bearing Famine-need and sword, Honor death itself outwearing, And it gave accord. Far our foe his weapons flinging Up his visor raised; We in wonder to him springing On our brother gazed. Both by wholesome shame incited Southward made our way; Brothers three, in heart united, We shall stand for aye! Men of Norway, high or lowly, He our land's Defender Holy In its darkest days! All our fathers here have striven And our mothers wept, Hath the Lord His guidance given, So our right we kept. Yes, we love this land that towers Where the ocean foams; Rugged, storm-swept, it embowers Many thousand homes. As our fathers' conflict gave it Vict'ry at the end, Also we, when time shall crave it, Will its peace defend. THE CALL (FROM A HAPPY BOY) COME calf now to mother, Scarce walking at all, Come doves, that are mine now, The grass is bedewed, The sunlight renewed, It's early, early, summer's advancing EVENING (FROM A HAPPY BOY). EVENING sun in beauty is shining, Cream that was so nice, Stolen from a dish, And I'm so good and full, And I'm so lazy and dull!” Says the pussy. Mother-hen her wings now is sinking, Rooster stands on one leg a-thinking: "That gray goose, High he flies and loose; But just watch, you must admit, Chickens in! To the coop away! Gladly dismiss we the sun for to-day!" Says the rooster. |