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NORSE NATURE 123
For Norway’s weal pure prayers exhale
From sixty thousand men that sail.
See sloping the skerried coasts,
With gulls and whales and fishing-posts,
And vessels in shelter riding,
While boats o’er the sea are gliding,
And nets in fjord and seines in sound,
And white with spawn the ocean’s ground.
See Lofoten’s tumult grand,
Where tow’ring cliffs in ocean stand,
Whose summhits the fogs are cleaving,
Beneath them the surges heaving,
And all is darkness, mystery, dread,
But ’mid the tumult sails are spread.
Here ships of the Arctic sea;
Through snow and gloom their course must be;
Commands from the masthead falling
The boats toward the ice are calling;
And shot on shot and seal on seal,
And souls and bodies strong as steel.
On mountains we now shall guest,
When eventide to all brings rest,
In dairy on highland meadow,
On hay-field ’neath slanting shadow,
While to the alphorn’s tender tone
Great Nature’s voice responds alone.
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