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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The bier of precentor a. reitan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With smiles his soft eyes ever gleamed,<br>When God and country thinking;<br>With endless joy, his soul, it seemed,<br>Faith, fatherland, was linking.<br>His word, his song,<br>Like springs flowed strong;<br>They fruitful made the valley long,<br>And quickened all there drinking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor people and poor homes among<br>In wintry region saddest,<br>In Sunday's choir he always sung,<br>Of all the world the gladdest:<br>'The axis stout<br>It turns about,<br>Falls not the poorest home without,<br>For thus, O God, Thou badest.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With sickness came a heavy year<br>And put to proof his singing,<br>While helpless children standing near<br>His trust to test were bringing.<br>But glad the more,<br>As soft notes soar<br>When winds o'er hidden harp-strings pour,<br>His song his soul was winging.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His life foretold us that erelong<br>With faith in God unshaken<br>Shall all our nation stand in song,<br>And church, home, school, awaken,<br>In Norway's song,<br>In gladness' song,<br>In glory of the Lord's own song,<br>From life's low squalor taken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair fatherland, do not forget,<br>The children of his bower!<br>He, poor as is the rosebush, yet<br>Gave gladness till death's hour-<br>With failure's smart<br>Let not depart<br>From this thy soil so glad a heart,-<br>His garden, let it flower!</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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With endless joy, his soul, it seemed,
Faith, fatherland, was linking.
His word, his song,
Like springs flowed strong;
They fruitful made the valley long,
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