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OUR COUNTRY
When he would seize it, his sleep took flight,
His sleep took flight;
The melody hung in the pallid night,
In the pallid night.
“Lord, O my God, take me therein,
Take me therein!
The melody rare all my soul doth win,
My soul doth win.”
Answered the Lord: “’ T is your friend alone,
Your friend alone;
Though never an hour you it shall own,
You it shall own.”
OUR COUNTRY
(1859)
A tanp there is, lying near far-northern snow,
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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.
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