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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351408" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song for norway national hymn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, we love this land that towers<br>Where the ocean foams;<br>Rugged, storm-swept, it embowers<br>Many thousand homes.<br>Love it, love it, of you thinking,<br>Father; mother dear,<br>And that night of saga sinking<br>Dreamful to us here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This the land that Harald guarded<br>With his hero-throng,<br>This the land that Haakon warded,<br>Hailed by Eyvind's song.<br>Olaf here the cross erected,<br>While his blood he shed;<br>Sverre's word this land protected<br>'Gainst the Roman dread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Peasants whetted axes carried,<br>Broke th' invader's blow;<br>Tordenskjold flashed forth and harried,<br>Lighted home the foe.<br>Women oft to arms were leaping,<br>Manlike in their deed;<br>Others' lot was naught but weeping,<br>Tears that brought their meed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many truly were we never,<br>But we did suffice,<br>When in times of testing ever<br>Worthy was the prize.<br>For we would the land see burning,<br>Rather than its fall;<br>Memory our thoughts is turning<br>Down to Fredrikshald!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Harder times we bore that tried us<br>Were cast off in scorn;<br>In that crisis was beside us<br>Blue-eyed freedom born.<br>That gave father-strength for bearing<br>Famine-need and sword,<br>Honor death itself outwearing,<br>And it gave accord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far our foe his weapons flinging<br>Up his visor raised;<br>We in wonder to him springing<br>On our brother gazed.<br>Both by wholesome shame incited<br>Southward made our way;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brothers three<br>, in heart united,<br>We shall stand for aye!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men of Norway, high or lowly,<br>Give to God the praise!<br>He our land's Defender Holy<br>In its darkest days!<br>All our fathers here have striven<br>And our mothers wept,<br>Hath the Lord His guidance given,<br>So our right we kept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, we love this land that towers<br>Where the ocean foams;<br>Rugged, storm-swept, it embowers<br>Many thousand homes.<br>As our fathers' conflict gave it<br>Vict'ry at the end,<br>Also we, when time shall crave it,<br>Will its peace defend.</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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Where the ocean foams;
Rugged, storm-swept, it embowers
Many thousand homes.
Love it, love it, of you thinking,
Father; mother dear,
And that night of saga sinking
Dreamful to us here.

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