Nors.e.m.e.n, be our watchword high!

All that fires the spirit and makes the heart's faith bright, For that we forward go with might And faithful fight.

"Forward! forward!"

Whoso loves a home that's free.

"Forward! forward!"

Freedom's course must ever be.

Though it shall be tested by doubt and by defeat, Who will the losses' count repeat When vict'ries greet?

"Forward! forward!"

Whoso trusts in Norway's day.

"Forward! forward!"

Whoso goes our fathers' way.

Hid in Northern mountains are spirit-treasures true They shall, when dawns the morning's blue, Come forth anew.

THE MEETING (AT THE STUDENT MEETING OF 1869) (See Note 38)

Thoughts toward one another coursing To their pole must run, Hearts that meet, all bonds are forcing, Like the springtime sun.

Though to-day too heavy sorrow Dull the mind of youth, Higher on the meeting's morrow Roll the tides of truth.

Though each man with courage fired Hundreds forward bore, Though a thousand died inspired, There is need of more.

May a Northern Spring come blowing Over wood and field, Wake the hundred thousands, knowing Meeting-hour revealed!

Hail! A Northern day is written In the brightening sky; Darksome dread, that erst had smitten, Flees, now dawn is nigh.

After Gjallar-horn blasts hollow, Tears and shame and blood, As so often, now shall follow Full the spirit's flood.

In our people's life deep-seated This is felt each day: Who grows stronger when defeated, Victor stands for aye.

Our Spring-meeting's fullness swells now, Bearing prophecy Of the Spring whose hope upwells now: Hail, the Northern three!

NORSE NATURE (IN RINGERIKE DURING THE STUDENT MEETING OF 1869) (See Note 39)

We wander and sing with glee Of glorious Norway, fair to see.

Let sweetly the tones go twining In colors so softly shining On mountain, forest, fjord, and sh.o.r.e, 'Neath heaven's azure arching o'er.

The warmth of the nation's heart, The depth, the strength, its songs impart, Here opens its eyes to greet you, Rejoicing just now to meet you, And giving, grateful for the chance, In love a self-revealing glance.

Here wakened our history first, Here Halfdan dreamed of greatness erst, In vision of hope beholding The kingdom's future unfolding, And _Nore_ stood and summons gave, While forth to conquest called the wave.

Here singing we must unroll Of our dear land the pictured scroll!

Let calm turn to storm of wildness, Bring might into bonds of mildness: Then Nors.e.m.e.n mustering, each shall see This is our land's whole history.

To them first our way we wing, The hundred harbors in the spring, Where follow fond love and yearning, When sea-ward the ships are turning.

For Norway's weal pure prayers exhale From sixty thousand men that sail.

See sloping the skerried coasts, With gulls and whales and fishing-posts, And vessels in shelter riding, While boats o'er the sea are gliding, And nets in fjord and seines in sound, And white with sp.a.w.n the ocean's ground.

See Lofoten's tumult grand, Where tow'ring cliffs in ocean stand, Whose summits the fogs are cleaving, Beneath them the surges heaving, And all is darkness, mystery, dread, But 'mid the tumult sails are spread.

Here ships of the Arctic sea; Through snow and gloom their course must be; Commands from the masthead falling The boats toward the ice are calling; And shot on shot and seal on seal, And souls and bodies strong as steel.

On mountains we now shall guest, When eventide to all brings rest, In dairy on highland meadow, On hay-field 'neath slanting shadow, While to the alphorn's tender tone Great Nature's voice responds alone.

But quickly we must away, If a11 the land we would survey,-- The mines of our metal treasures, The hills of our hunters' pleasures, The foam-white river's rush and noise, The timber-driver's foot-sure poise.

Returning, we linger here, These valleys broad to us are dear, Whose men in their faithful living To Norway are honor giving; Their fathers, strong in brain and brawn, Lent l.u.s.ter to our morning-dawn.

We wander and sing with glee Of glorious Norway fair to see.

Our present to labor binds us, Each how of the past reminds us, Our future shall be sure and bright, As G.o.d we trust and do the right.

I Pa.s.sED BY THE HOUSE (See Note 40)

I pa.s.sed by the house one summer day, Morning sunshine upon it lay; Toward the windows that blood-red burned Flaming my soul was turned, was turned.

There spring had found me And captive bound me To lissome hands and soft lips enthralling, To smiles now stained by the teardrops falling.

Till the view from my vision dies, To it backward I send my eyes; All that was becomes new and near, The forgotten grows warm and dear; Mem'ries wander, While this I ponder, And from the springtime all love's sweet dreaming Forward and back in my soul is streaming.

Joyous that time and joyous now, Sorrow that time and .sorrow now.

Sun on meadows bedewed appears, Soul in mem'ries of smiles and tears.

When they waking Their bounds are breaking, When streams their ebbing with sinking power, The soul bears poetry's bud and flower.

THOSE WITH ME (See Note 41)

As on I drive, in my heart joy dwells Of Sabbath silence with sound of bells.

The sun lifts _all_ that is living, growing, G.o.d's love itself in its symbol showing.

To church pa.s.s people from near and far, Soon psalms ascend from the door ajar.

--Good cheer! Your greeting hailed more than me, But that in hastening you failed to see.

Here's goodly company with me riding, Though oft they cunningly keep in hiding; But when you saw me so Sunday-glad, It was because of the mates I had.

And when you heard me so softly singing, The tones attuned to their hearts were ringing.

One soul is here of such priceless worth, For me she offered her all on earth; Yes, she who smiled in my boat storm-driven, And blanched not, braving the waves wind-riven, In whose white arms that in love caressed me Full warmth of life and of faith possessed me.

The snail in this I am like when faring,-- My home I ever am with me bearing; And who believes it is burdensome, He ought to learn how it's good to come And creep in under the roof thereafter, Where she gives light amid children's laughter.

No poet paints nor can thinker tell So vast a vault or so deep a well, As where the glory of G.o.d's own love On cradle-mirror falls from above.

Your soul is brighter, your heart more tender, When by the cradle your thanks you render.

Who knows not love in the small and near, The many in memory hold not dear.

Who cannot build him a house his own, What towers he builds will be soon o'erthrown.

From Moscow victor to Carthagena, He vanquished dies on his Saint Helena.

When such a stronghold you've reared with labor, It often safely protects your neighbor; Though work of woman's and children's hands, Your soul finds strength where that fortress stands, You go hence braver to battle-dangers, Can courage give unto countless strangers.