<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Norwegian seamen's song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Norwegian seamen are<br>A folk grown strong 'neath sail and spar;<br>Where boats can find a way,<br>The best men there are they.<br>On high seas or at home,<br>In calm or when the storm-waves comb,<br>To God their prayer they make,<br>Their lives they gladly stake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Incessant is their strife,<br>They wage with death a war for life,<br>And dear their souls they sell<br>In conflicts none can tell.<br>All that is commonplace<br>In history seldom leaves its trace,<br>And often none is there,<br>The tidings home to bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But fishing-boats in need<br>Have shown so many a daring deed<br>Of courage fine and skill,<br>Though unrecorded still.<br>And many a seaman's head<br>A wreath of sea-weed wore when dead,<br>Whose name should shine in gold<br>Among great heroes bold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saint Olaf's Cross's praise<br>Would on that pilot fitly blaze<br>Who saved a hundred men,<br>And hundred once again.<br>To many a boy so young,<br>Who riding home to boat's keel clung,<br>His father set on board,<br>We honor should accord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Norway's mountain-coast<br>Our land's own mother-breast we boast,<br>With food for us and tears<br>For sons whom danger nears.<br>In it each deed has lot,<br>And there no brave son is forgot,<br>From Hafurfjord's great day<br>To the last castaway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This each one felt and found<br>Who homeward came and looked around;<br>This each one felt who went,<br>In the last look he sent.<br>They felt the ocean o'er:<br>Their ships our country's fortune bore;<br>Honor and power it sought,-<br>And these the white sails brought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hurrah for them to-day<br>Who the Norwegian flag display!<br>Hurrah for pilots true<br>Who forth to meet them flew!<br>Hurrah for them who ply<br>Their fishing-boats 'twixt sea and sky!<br>Hurrah for all our boast,<br>Our skerry-skirted coast!</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=351385" data-title="Norwegian seamen's song de Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson" data-description="Norwegian seamen are A folk grown strong 'neath sail and spar; Where boats can find a way, The best men there are they. On high seas or at home, In calm or when the storm-waves comb, To God their prayer they make, Their lives they gladly stake. I..."></div> </div> </div>

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