Fear, but pray, you anxious soul, Wait your high endeavor. ANSWER FROM NORWAY TO THE SPEECHES IN THE SWEDISH HOUSE OF NOBLES, 1860 HAVE AVE you heard what says the Swede now, Young Norwegian man? Have you seen what forms proceed now, Border-watch to plan? Shades of those from life departed, Our forefathers single-hearted, Who, when words like these were said, Mounted guard and knew no dread. Says the Swede now: That our cherished That which flew when Magnus perished, Which o'er Fredrikshald victorious And o'er Adler waved all glorious, That the Swedish yellow-blue Must in shame henceforth eschew. Says the Swede now: Lost their luster Brighter honors shall we muster, Bids us forth to Lützen stumble, Let it stand, that poor old lumber, Sweden's ground it could but cumber, And it might not pay. For, we know from history's pages, Some sat there in former ages, Sverre Priest and other men, Who may wish to come again. Says the Swede now: We must know it, He our freedom gave, But the Swedish sword can mow it, Yet the case is not alarming, He must fare with good fore-arming, There where he would break a door. Says the Swede now: We a clever Very suitable to ever Hold his mantle's train. But would Christie be so pliant, With his comrades self-reliant, If they still at Eidsvold stood, Sword-girt, building Norway's good? Big words oft the Swede was saying, But they never much were weighing, On the little cutter sailing, Wessel and Norse youth prevailing, Sweden's noblemen are shaking Peers are for all that. 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 (1860) o 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, 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 Far his wanderings once bore 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 In their silent course to God. Older men remember rather "New Year!" ringing o'er the Northland. How it power had to gather Do Leaders to a greater age! you him remember leaping Forth, his horn so gladly winding, Back the mob on all sides sweeping From the progress of the great? Play of thought 'mid tears and laughter, Kindled slowly of themselves. |