At Hansteen’s Bier (1873) (See Note 60)
God, we thank Thee for the dower
Thou gavest Norway in his power,
Whom in the grave we now shall lay!
Starlit paths of thoughts that awe us
His spirit found; his deeds now draw us
To deeds, as mighty magnets play.
He was the first to stand
A light in our free land;
Of our present the first fair crown,
The first renown,
At Norway’s feet he laid it down.
We his shining honors sharing,
And humble now his body bearing,
Shall sing with all the world our praise.
God, who ever guides our nation,
Hath called us to a high vocation
And shown where He our goal doth raise.
People of Norway, glad
Go on, as God us bade!
God has roused you; He knows whereto,
Though we are few.
With Him our future we shall view.
RALLYING SONG FOR FREEDOM IN THE NORTH
TO “THE UNITED LEFT”
(Tirol, 1874)
(See Note 61)
Dishonored by the higher, but loved by all the low,—
Say, is it not the pathway that the new has to go?
By those who ought to guard it betrayed, oh yes, betrayed,—
Say, is it not thus truth ever progress has made?
Some summer day beginning, a murmur in the grain,
It grows to be a roaring through the forests amain,
Until the sea shall bear it with thunder-trumpets’ tone,
Where nothing, nothing’s heard but it alone, it alone.
With Northern allies warring we take the Northern
For God and for our freedom—is the watchword we bring.
That God, who gave us country and language, and all,
We find Him in our doing, if we hear and heed His call.
That doing we will forward, we many, although weak,
’Gainst all in fearless fighting, who the truth will not seek:—
Some summer day beginning, a murmur in the grain,
It goes now as a roaring through the forests amain.
’T will grow to be a storm ere men think that this can be,
With voice of thunder sweeping o’er the infinite sea.
What nation God’s call follows, earth’s greatest power shall show,
And carry all before it, though it high stand or low.
AT A BANQUET
GIVEN TO THE DEPUTATION OF THE SWEDISH RIKSDAG
TO THE CORONATION, IN TRONDHJEM, JULY 17, 1873
(See Note 62)
You chosen men we welcome here
From brothers near.
We welcome you to Olaf’s town
That Norway’s greatest mem’ries crown,
Where ancient prowess looking down
With searching gaze,
The question puts to sea and strand:
Are men now in the Northern land
Like yesterday’s?
’T is well, if on the battlefield
Our “Yes” is sealed!
’T is well, if now our strength is steeled
To grasp our fathers’ sword and shield
And in life’s warfare lift and wield
For God and home!
For us they fought; ’t is now our call
To raise for them a temple-hall,
Fair freedom’s dome.
List to the Northern spirit o’er
Our sea and shore!
Here once high thoughts in word were freed,
In homely song, in homely deed;
And ever shall the selfsame need
That spirit sing:
Heed not things trivial, foreign, new;
Alone th’ eternal, Northern, true
Can harvest bring.
O brother-band, this faith so dear
Has brought us here?
The spirit of the North to free,
Our common toil and prayer shall be,
Those greater days again to see,—
As once before,
Of home and trust a message strong
To send the warring world we long
Forevermore.