Wait for the spring ye may..
Re-born is Norway this day!

"The Lord, whose will be done,
Chooses us, one by one.

Of the death of some He is fain,
Others shall ripen to grain,
Thus will He sow

That once again He may grow
Seed-corn to sow anew

In lands He must yet subdue.
To Him time and place are known,

We only are shown,

That what He sows now in sorrow
Will smile on the morrow.

“Faithful_men,

Ye who cast in your lot with me

What time He

Willed that our courage should be tried,

The test now abide!

When from us He took the sword,

We bowed to His word,

All shalt thou for Him forsake,

And joyous the burden bore,
Until He came

In our banishment's bitter shame . .

Called for our help. We await

Here on this field our fate!

Whether for loss of our land we grieve,
Or whether we win it again, we believe:
We are His chosen, our strength renewing,
Still under His banner the goal pursuing.

"I thank ye that joined my command
But lately, that now ye stand
Where our hope is more forlorn!
Oh, on this morn,

Let us the Lord beseech

That in the battle's breach

The land of our fathers may claim

Men of the loftier aim.

With hopes not all by victory testing,

But resting

Where in vision they see

All the years to be."

THIRTEENTH SONG

THE COMING OF ARNLJOT
THROUGH the sea of people,

To the King's circle guarded,
Strode a man gold-helmeted,
Clad in cuirass and mail-hose,
Slowly approached the royal presence.

Spear in hand silver-hilted,

Sword for the mightiest only,

Shield hooked upon his shoulder,

Shining his weapons and armor, Gleaming his eye on the King rested.

Richly the hair round the helmet
Fell all about his shoulders;
Noble and open his visage,

Proud was his chieftain bearing.

Toward him turned the King's guard at

his coming.

All of the host could reckon

None that might reach his shoulder,

Up they looked with wonder,

Shrank aside as he passed them.

Halted he there in the King's presence.

Greetings, people-leader,

Here at thy feet I bow me,

Give myself wholly to thee.

Be of my gift not scornful,

Late though and single to thee my coming."

The King smiled, saying:
"Art thou not Arnljot Gelline?

From thee a gift and a message
Got I of them thou didst rescue.
Waited have I long for thy coming.'

Arnljot the King then answered: "Nowise found I an errand,

Nor to me clear was the pathway,
Till I in a vision beheld thee

Pass me by as a light from eastward.”

The King smiled, saying:
"Comest thou now to baptism,

Of thine own strength grown weary,
Northland's mightiest warrior,

Fair indeed to me is the omen."

Arnljot the King then answered: "Nay, I come to thee only. Thou, King, ownest my service,

Thee alone will I believe in.

Broken is all that to now hath upborne me."

The King smiled, saying:

"I believe in Jesus Christ!"

Arnljot the King then answered: "That shall do naught to divide us; In whom thou believest, believe I also."

The King smiled, saying:

"Thou that camest to me latest,
Thou shalt stand first on the morrow,
In the van of my royal standard!"
Arnljot arose to his feet then, saying:

"The years that have sped are thirty Since Vikar, my only brother,

Stood in the van at Svolder,

Olaf thy kinsman defending.

First of his men to fall there, was Vikar.".

All of the body-guard raised then

Marvelling outcry, recalling

To mind the race and its fortunes;

Perceiving in Vikar's ending

The death foreshadowed that Arnljot craved for.

While now the host of the foeman

Ranged itself in the distance,

Pious the King held discourse

Life and death concerning.

Wondrous things met Arnljot's vision.