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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351393" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Country 1859</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A land there is, lying near far-northern snow,<br>Where only the fissures life's springtime may know.<br>But surging, the sea tells of great deeds done,<br>And loved is the land as a mother by son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What time we were little and sat on her knee,<br>She gave us her saga with pictures to see.<br>We read till our eyes opened wide and moist,<br>While nodding and smiling she mute rejoiced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We went to the fjord and in wonder beheld<br>The ashen-gray bauta, that record of eld;<br>Still older she stood and her silence kept,<br>While stone-studded hows all around us slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our hands she then took and away o'er the hill<br>She led to the church ever lowly and still,<br>Where humbly our forefathers knelt to pray,<br>And mildly she taught us: &quot;Do ye as they!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She scattered her snow on the mountain's steep side,<br>Then bade on swift skis her young manhood to glide;<br>The North Sea she maddened with scourge of gales,<br>Then bade her young manhood to hoist the sails.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of beautiful maidens she gathered a throng,<br>To follow our daring with smiles and with song,<br>While she sat enthroned with her saga's scroll<br>In mantle of moonlight beneath the Pole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then &quot;Forward, go forward!&quot; was borne on the wind,<br>&quot;With forefathers' aim and with forefathers' mind,<br>For freedom, for Norsehood, for Norway, hurrah!&quot;<br>While echoing mountains voiced their hurrah.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then life-giving fountains burst forth on our sight,<br>Then we were baptized with her spirit of might,<br>Then gleamed o'er the mountains a vision high,<br>That summons us onward until we die.</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>
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