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(1915) Author: Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson Translator: Arthur Hubbell Palmer With: Arthur Hubbell Palmer
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162 POEMS AND SONGS

Soon, though you threaten, will the heights be taken
For future ages, and our nation’s soul
Can thence o’erlook the land in might unshaken,
With even hand and right to rule the whole.
It soon shall roll war’s billows on to battle,
While from the clouds the fathers’ weapons rattle!
O aged man, look round you where you stand,
For soon you have against you all our land.

But when you fall defeated on the field,
Then shall we say by your inverted shield:
He stood against us, since he knew not better,
A noble knight and never honor’s debtor.

ON A WIFE’S DEATH

Wirn death’s dark eye acquainted she had been made
ere this,

When to her son, her first-born, she gave the farewell
kiss,

And when afar she hastened beside her mother’s bed,

It followed all her faring with warning fraught and dread;

It filled her with foreboding when standing by the bier:

More sheaves to gather hopeth the harvester austere.

So soon she saw her husband, that man of strength, suc-
cumb,

She said with sorrow stricken: “I knew that it would

come!”

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