Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Poems
|63.||P. a. munch||3/31/2010|
|65.||Over The Lofty Mountains||1/1/2004|
|68.||Our Country 1859||1/1/2004|
|70.||On a wife's death||3/31/2010|
|71.||Ole gabriel ueland||3/31/2010|
|74.||Oh, when will you stand forth?||3/31/2010|
|75.||Norwegian students' greeting with a procession to professor welhaven||3/31/2010|
|76.||Norwegian seamen's song||3/31/2010|
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.