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THE CALL 23
Men of Norway, high or lowly,
Give to God the praise!
He our land’s Defender Holy
In its darkest days!
All our fathers here have striven
And our mothers wept,
Hath the Lord His guidance given,
So our right we kept.
Yes, we love this land that towers
Where the ocean foams;
Rugged, storm-swept, it embowers
Many thousand homes.
As our fathers’ conflict gave it
Vict’ry at the end,
Also we, when time shall crave it,
Will its peace defend.
THE CALL
(FROM A HAPPY BOY)
Come calf now to mother,
Come lamb that I choose,
Come cats, one and t’ other,
With snowy-white shoes,
Come gosling all yellow,
Come forth with your fellow,
Come chickens so small,
Scarce walking at all,
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