BERGEN As thou sittest there Skerry-bound and fair, Mountains high around and ocean's deep before thee, On thee casts her spell Saga, that shall tell Once again the wonders of our land. Honor is thy due, "Bergen never new," Ancient and unaging as thy Holberg's humor; Mighty now in trade,— First to fly the flag of liberty. Oft in proud array, As a sunshine-day Breaks forth from thy rain and fog wind-driven, Thou didst come with men Or great deeds again, When the clouds were darkest o'er our land. Thy soul was the ground, Wit-enriched and sound, Whence there sprang stout thoughts to make our country's harvest, Whence our arts exist, In their birth-hour kissed By thy nature, somber, large, and strong. In thy mountain-hall Learned our painter, Dahl; Wand'ring on thy strands our poet dreamed, Wel haven; All thy morning's gold Ole Bull ensouled, Greeted on thy bay by all the world. With thy sea-wide sway Thou hast might for aye, Fjords of blue convey thy life-blood through our country. Norway's spirit thou Dost with joy endow,- + P. A. MUNCH (1863) MANY forms belong to greatness. He who now has left us bore it But at last gave revelation, As a sight-enhancing power, That gave visions joined with anguish As a flight on labor's pinions From the thought unto the certain, Restless haste and changeful ardor, Through the wide world ever storming, Took its load of thoughts and doubtings, Bore them, threw them off,-and took them, Never tired, never listless. Still! for he had one haven of rest: Family-life peace-bestowing! Powers of light gave repose to his breast, Softly with music his wife led him in Daughters drew near him in love secure Or he joined glad in their light-hearted game, Colors and music surrounding, Gone were the clouds, in the heavens came Sparkling of star-light abounding. But as in an autumn evening Silent, dreamy, dark, sheet-lightning Or as in a boat a sudden Stroke when gliding as in slumber But a single stroke and soft, then To and fro 'mid walls of mountains, Thrush and grouse send forth their wood-calls, Deer rise up and listen keenly, Stones are rolling, all are up now, Then it roved the wide world over, Rise of races, spread of language, And where others thought the treasure Therefore: where he once had striven, Kindled in Brazilian forests, Storm-wind makes and storm-wind follows! Where before no foot had trodden, Ways were burned for many millions! Northward stretches Scandinavia Or as Northern Lights o'er darkness, Gleamed his thought with light and guidance. |