<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rallying song for freedom in the north to</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dishonored by the higher, but loved by all the low,-<br>Say, is it not the pathway that the new has to go?<br>By those who ought to guard it betrayed, oh yes, betrayed,-<br>Say, is it not thus truth ever progress has made?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some summer day beginning, a murmur in the grain,<br>It grows to be a roaring through the forests amain,<br>Until the sea shall bear it with thunder-trumpets' tone,<br>Where nothing, nothing's heard but it alone, it alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Northern allies warring we take the Northern<br>For God and for our freedom-is the watchword we bring.<br>That God, who gave us country and language, and all,<br>We find Him in our doing, if we hear and heed His call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That doing we will forward, we many, although weak,<br>'Gainst all in fearless fighting, who the truth will not seek:-<br>Some summer day beginning, a murmur in the grain,<br>It goes now as a roaring through the forests amain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'T will grow to be a storm ere men think that this can be,<br>With voice of thunder sweeping o'er the infinite sea.<br>What nation God's call follows, earth's greatest power shall show,<br>And carry all before it, though it high stand or low.</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=351403" data-title="Rallying song for freedom in the north to de Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson" data-description="Dishonored by the higher, but loved by all the low,- Say, is it not the pathway that the new has to go? By those who ought to guard it betrayed, oh yes, betrayed,- Say, is it not thus truth ever progress has made? Some summer day beginning, a mur..."></div> </div> </div>

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