<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351395" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our language</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou, who sailest Norse mountain-air,<br>And Denmark's songs by the cradle singest,<br>Who badest in Hald the war-flames flare,<br>And, heard in our children's joy, gently ringest,-<br>Thou treasure of treasures,<br>Our mother-tongue,<br>In pains as in pleasures<br>Our home and our tower,<br>With God our power,-<br>We hallow thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whispering secrets that Holberg stored,<br>Thou borest him home to a brighter morning,<br>Didst serve him with armor and whet his sword<br>For satire's assaults and for laughter's warning.<br>Thou spirit all knowing,<br>Our mother-tongue,<br>The ages foregoing,<br>The future now growing,<br>The present glowing,-<br>We hallow thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kierkegaard thou to the deeps didst bring,<br>Where life's full currents in God he sounded.<br>For Wergeland wert thou the eagle's wing,<br>That lifted him sunward to heights unbounded.<br>Thou treasure of treasures,<br>Our mother-tongue,<br>In pain as in pleasures<br>Our home and our tower,<br>With God our power,-<br>We hallow thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Radiant warmth of a May-day<br>Thou to the spring of our freedom gavest.<br>In thy clearness our Norse flags aye<br>With song and honor afar thou wavest.<br>Thou spirit all knowing,<br>Our mother-tongue,<br>The ages foregoing,<br>The future now growing,<br>The present glowing,-<br>We hallow thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er the ocean unrollest thou<br>Thy carpet of flowers, a bridge that nigher<br>Can bring dear friends to meet even now,-<br>While faith grows greater and heaven higher.<br>Thou treasure of treasures,<br>Our mother-tongue,<br>In pain as in pleasures<br>Our home and our tower,<br>With God our power,-<br>We hallow thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Best of friends that I found wert thou;<br>Thou waitedst for me in the eyes of mother.<br>And leave me last of them all wilt thou,<br>Who knewest me better than any other.<br>Thou spirit all knowing,<br>Our mother-tongue,<br>The ages foregoing,<br>The future now growing,<br>The present glowing,-<br>We hallow thee!</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=351395" data-title="Our language de Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson" data-description="Thou, who sailest Norse mountain-air, And Denmark's songs by the cradle singest, Who badest in Hald the war-flames flare, And, heard in our children's joy, gently ringest,- Thou treasure of treasures, Our mother-tongue, In pains as in pleasures Ou..."></div> </div> </div>

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