<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351425" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The meeting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(At The Student Meeting Of 1869)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thoughts toward one another coursing<br>To their pole must run,<br>Hearts that meet, all bonds are forcing,<br>Like the springtime sun.<br>Though to-day too heavy sorrow<br>Dull the mind of youth,<br>Higher on the meeting's morrow<br>Roll the tides of truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though each man with courage fired<br>Hundreds forward bore,<br>Though a thousand died inspired,<br>There is need of more.<br>May a Northern Spring come blowing<br>Over wood and field,<br>Wake the hundred thousands, knowing<br>Meeting-hour revealed!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail! A Northern day is written<br>In the brightening sky;<br>Darksome dread, that erst had smitten,<br>Flees, now dawn is nigh.<br>After Gjallar-horn blasts hollow,<br>Tears and shame and blood,<br>As so often, now shall follow<br>Full the spirit's flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In our people's life deep-seated<br>This is felt each day:<br>Who grows stronger when defeated,<br>Victor stands for aye.<br>Our Spring-meeting's fullness swells now,<br>Bearing prophecy<br>Of the Spring whose hope upwells now:<br>Hail, the Northern three!</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=351425" data-title="The meeting de Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson" data-description="(At The Student Meeting Of 1869) Thoughts toward one another coursing To their pole must run, Hearts that meet, all bonds are forcing, Like the springtime sun. Though to-day too heavy sorrow Dull the mind of youth, Higher on the meeting's morrow ..."></div> </div> </div>

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