<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351337" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anton Martin Schweigaard (In The Church After The Funeral Oration)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Give us, God, to Thee now turning,<br>Fullness of joy, tears full and burning,<br>Of will the full refining fire!<br>Hear our prayer o'er his inurning:<br>His will was <br>one<br>, the whole discerning,<br>His whole soul would to it aspire.<br>Yes; give us yet again,<br>With power to lead, great men,-<br>Power in counsel our folk to lead,<br>Our folk in deed,<br>Our folk in gladness and in need!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, O God, our want preventest;<br>To raise the temple <br>him<br>Thou lentest,<br>A spirit bright and pure and great.<br>When Thou from time to call him meantest,<br>Her tender soul to him Thou sentest<br>Who went before to heaven's gate.<br>When Thou didst set him free,<br>An epoch ceased to be.<br>Men then marveled, the while they said:<br>'Living and dead,<br>O'er all our land he beauty spread.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Help us, God, to wiser waring,<br>When to our land Thou light art bearing,<br>That we Thy dayspring then may know.<br>God, our future Thou'rt preparing,<br>Oh, give us longing, honor's daring,<br>That we the great may not forego!<br>Thou sentest many out,-<br>Cease not, our God, nor doubt!<br>Let us follow Thy way, Thy call,<br>Men, words, and all!<br>Thy mercies shall our North enwall!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bj%C3%B8rnstjerne+Bj%C3%B8rnson">Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351337" data-title="Anton Martin Schweigaard (In The Church After The Funeral Oration) de Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson" data-description="Give us, God, to Thee now turning, Fullness of joy, tears full and burning, Of will the full refining fire! Hear our prayer o'er his inurning: His will was one , the whole discerning, His whole soul would to it aspire. Yes; give us yet again, Wit..."></div> </div> </div>

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