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.
The Mother's Song
Lord! Oh, hold in Thy hand my child,
Guard by the river its playing!
Send Thou Thy Spirit as comrade mild,
Lest it be lost in its straying!
Deep is the water and false the ground.
Lord, if His arms shall the child surround,
Drowned it shall not be, but living,
Till Thou salvation art giving.