Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems
|122.||To The Dannebrog||3/31/2010|
|123.||Toast For The Men Of Eidsvold||3/31/2010|
|125.||When Comes The Morning?||3/31/2010|
|126.||When Norway Would Not Help||3/31/2010|
|128.||Young Men And Women, Strong And Sound||3/31/2010|
April for me I choose!
In it the old things tumble,
In it things new refresh us;
It makes a mighty rumble,-
But peace is not so precious
As that his will man shows.
April for me I choose,
Because it storms and scourges,
Because it smiles and blesses,
Because its power purges,
Because it strength possesses,-
In it the summer grows.
Our Country 1859
A land there is, lying near far-northern snow,
Where only the fissures life's springtime may know.
But surging, the sea tells of great deeds done,
And loved is the land as a mother by son.
What time we were little and sat on her knee,
She gave us her saga with pictures to see.
We read till our eyes opened wide and moist,
While nodding and smiling she mute rejoiced.