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Fear, but pray, you anxious soul,
While your mem'ries meet you!
On the top shall greet you.
Wait your high endeavor.
Bless your path forever.
ANSWER FROM NORWAY
TO THE SPEECHES IN THE
Have you heard what says the Swede now,
Young Norwegian man?
Border-watch to plan?
Who, when words like these were said,
Mounted guard and knew no dread.
Says the Swede now: That our cherished
Norseland's banner red,
As to-day outspread,
Says the Swede now: Lost their luster
Have our memories,
If we borrow his.
Drag our grandsire's ancient seat
To the Swedes for honor meet.
Let it stand, that poor old lumber,
To us dear for aye;
And it might not pay.
Sverre Priest and other men,
Who may wish to come again.
Says the Swede now: We must know it,
He our freedom gave,
Send it to its grave.
For in truth some fell of yore,
There where he would break a door.
Says the Swede now: We a clever
Little boy remain,
Hold his mantle's train.
If they still at Eidsvold stood,
Sword-girt, building Norway's good?
Big words oft the Swede was saying,
Only small were we,
When the test should be.
Sweden's flag and frigate chased
From the Kattegat in haste.
Sweden's noblemen are shaking
We, in council or war-making,
If things take the worse turn in there,
Aid from Torgny we shall win there. Then o'er all the Northland's skies Greater freedom's sun shall rise.
JOHAN LUDVIG HEIBERG
To the grave they bore him sleeping,
Him the aged, genial gardener; Now the children gifts are heaping
From the flower-bed he made.
There the tree that he sat under,
And the garden gate is open, While we cast a glance and wonder
Whether some one sits there still.
He is gone. A woman only
Wanders there with languid footsteps, Clothed in black and now so lonely,
Where his laughter erst rang clear.
As a child when past it going,
Through the fence she looked with longing, Now great tears so freely flowing
Are her thanks that she came in.
Fairy-tales and thoughts high-soaring
She flits softly, gathering, storing
Far his wanderings once bore him,
One who listening sat before him
Much could learn from time to time.
Life and letters were his ladder
Up toward that which few discover,
Thought's wide realm, with vision gladder He explored, each summit scaled.
In his manhood he defended
All that greatness has and beauty;
Later he the stars attended
Older men remember rather
Do you him remember leaping
Forth, his horn so gladly winding,
Back the mob on all sides sweeping
Play of thought 'mid tears and laughter,
Freedom's beacons high thereafter