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POEMS AND SONGS
Men then marveled, the while they said:
“Living and dead,
O’er all our land he beauty spread.”
Help us, God, to wiser waring,
When to our land Thou light art bearing,
That we Thy dayspring then may know.
God, our future Thou ’rt preparing,
Oh, give us longing, honor’s daring,
That we the great may not forego!
Thou sentest many out,—
Cease not, our God, nor doubt!
Let us follow Thy way, Thy call,
Men, words, and all!
Thy mercies shall our North enwall!
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TO AASMUND OLAFSEN VINJE
(SUNG AT HIS WIFE’S GRAVE)
Your house to guests has shelter lent,
While you with pen were seated.
In silent quest they came and went,
You saw them not, nor greeted.
But when now they
Were gone away,
Your babe without a mother lay,
And you had lost your helpmate.
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