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: TO JOHAN SVERDRUP 133
| In a water glass
: Searching he saw pass
All the ocean’s life; his thinking
To unfathomed deeps was sinking;
Where lay riddles locked,
There he came and knocked.
Fair our fatherland,
While such faith shall stand!
With an eye so true and tender,
With a sense so fine for splendor
In the small and still,—
Great ends we fulfil!
TO JOHAN SVERDRUP
Wen now my song selects and praises
Your forceful name, think not it raises
The rallying-flag for battle near;
The street-fight shall not reach us here.
If sacred poetry’s fair hill
Lies open to assassination, —
Is this the newer revelation,
Then I withdraw and hold me still.
Then I the words of Einar borrow,
When southern change of kings brought
sorrow,
And Harald’s hosts their ravage spread:
I follow rather Magnus dead
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