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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351430" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The poet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poet does the prophet's deeds;<br>In times of need with new life pregnant,<br>When strife and suffering are regnant,<br>His faith with light ideal leads.<br>The past its heroes round him posts,<br>He rallies now the present's hosts,<br>The future opes<br>Before his eyes,<br>Its pictured hopes<br>He prophesies.<br>Ever his people's forces vernal<br>The poet frees,-by right eternal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He turns the people's trust to doubt<br>Of heathendom and Moloch-terror;<br>'Neath thought of God, cold-gray with error,<br>He sees grow green each fresh, new sprout.<br>Set free, these spread abroad, above,<br>Bear fruit of power and of love<br>In each man's soul,<br>And make it warm<br>And make it whole,<br>In wrath transform,<br>Till light and courage fill the nation:<br>In <br>life<br>is God's best revelation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Away the kingly cloak he tears<br>And on the people's shoulder places,<br>So it no more need make grimaces<br>To borrowed clothes some highness wears,<br>But be itself its majesty<br>In right of spirit-dynasty,<br>In saga's light<br>On heart and brain,<br>In men of might<br>From its loins ta'en,<br>In will unbiased and unbroken,<br>In manly deed and bold word spoken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His songs the nation's sins chastise,<br>He hates a lie, as truth's high teacher<br>(No Sunday-, but a weekday-preacher,<br>Who, suffering, still the wrong defies).<br>Against false peace he plies his lance,<br>'Gainst cowardice and ignorance,-<br>No bribe he knows<br>From nation's hand<br>Nor king's command;<br>But <br>his<br>way goes.<br>And when he wavers, sorrow scourges<br>His heart and free of passion purges.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is a brother of the small,<br>Of women, as of all who suffer,<br>The new and weak, when waves grow rougher,<br>He steers, till fairer breezes fall.<br>Greater he grows without his will<br>By deeds his calling to fulfil,<br>And near the tomb<br>To God he sighs,<br>That soon may rise<br>A richer bloom<br>To deck his people's soul with flowers<br>Of beauty far beyond his powers.</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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In times of need with new life pregnant,
When strife and suffering are regnant,
His faith with light ideal leads.
The past its heroes round him posts,
He rallies now the present's hosts,
The future opes
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