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TO JOHAN SVERDRUP 137
Held free, with tongue and hand combined,
’Gainst foreign host and foreign mind,—
By which our Holberg’s wit was whetted,
And Wessel’s sword and Wessel’s pen,
And to whose silent forge indebted
The thoughts that armed our Eidsvold-men,—
The spirit that. in faith so high
Through Odin could to God draw nigh,
As bridge the myth of Balder threw,
And almost found the free way new
To truth’s fair home in radiant Gimle,
When this was closed and warded grimly
By monkish lies and papal speech,—
That threw a second bridge to reach
On freedom’s lightly soaring arches
To heights whereon the free soul marches, —
So, when for Luther blood was shed,
The North but razed a fence instead,
—The spirit that, when men were deeming
True faith in all the world were dead,
Brun, Hauge, and their lineage spread,
From soul-springs in our nation streaming,—
Though pietism’s fog now thickens,
Still guards the altar lights and quickens;—
Can this they make the fashion better,
By modern bishop-synod’s letter?
Is this by politics provided,
When into “Chambers” ’t is divided?
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