Wergeland's statue on May seventeenth
Saw the procession. And as its rear-guard,
Slow marching masses,
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I
I seem to be
Sundered from Thee,
Thou Harmony of all creation.
Am I disowned
...
Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
That makes
one
...
Thou, who sailest Norse mountain-air,
And Denmark's songs by the cradle singest,
Who badest in Hald the war-flames flare,
...
Yes, we love this land that towers
Where the ocean foams;
Rugged, storm-swept, it embowers
Many thousand homes.
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She wandered so young on the shore around,
Her thoughts were by naught on earth now bound.
Soon came there a painter, his art he plied
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THE CHILD
Father! Within the forest's bound
No bird I found,
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Many forms belong to greatness.
He who now has left us bore it
As a doubt that made him sleepless,
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It was such a lovely sunshine-day,
The house and the yard couldn't hold me;
I roved to the woods, on my back I lay,
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(On His Sixtieth Birthday)
Our glasses we lift now and drink to our host!
'Hurrah!'
Give heed to our ditty, we sing you our toast!
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