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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351450" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Stang</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">May Seventeenth in Eidsvold's church united,<br>To hallow after fifty years the day<br>When they who there our charter free indited,<br>Together for our land were met to pray,-<br>We both were there with thanks to those great men,<br>With thanks to God, who to our people then<br>In days of danger courage gave unbounded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when so mighty through the church now sounded<br>'Praise ye the Lord!' lifting our pallid prayer<br>To fellowship with all her sons, our brothers,<br>I saw you, child-like, weep in secret there<br>Upon the breast we love, our common mother's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I remembered that from boyhood's hour<br>With all your strength to serve her you have striven,<br>Your youthful fire, your counsel cool have given,<br>And till it waned, your manhood's wealth of power.<br>With blessing then and praise of you I thought<br>In thankful prayer, as one of those who fought<br>To shield our land from storms of fate's hard weather,<br>Till 'neath the roof in peace we sat together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of you I thought;-but so think few and fewer.<br>Your manhood's fame ere you yourself has crumbled,<br>And you, alas, will not find justice truer,<br>Till you and yours one day have fallen, humbled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For see, the roads you drew o'er hill and plain<br>For all our people's onward-pressing longing,<br>You dare not travel with the joyous train,<br>That greater grows while towards its future thronging.<br>You knew not what it was your labor wrought,<br>When steam and powder, bursting every barrier,<br>Gave new-born cravings each its speedy carrier<br>And to the people's spirit power brought.<br>The new day's work, as 't were the tempest's welter,<br>In din about you seemed a dream, a fable,<br>And with your like you built in fear a shelter<br>From soul-unrest, a looming tower of Babel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While now you wait for the impending fight,<br>With gentle eye and stately head all hoary,<br>And o'er the mountains gleams the morning's glory,-<br>Your foes half hid amid the mists of night,-<br>As from an outpost in the wooded wild,<br>These words I send, of peace a token mild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You fear the people? 'Tis your own that rally,<br>And like the fog arisen from the valley.<br>You think them rebels, void of sense and oneness?<br>Yes, spring's full floods obey no rule precise;<br>Storm-squalls and slush render the roads less nice,<br>The snow's pure white is partly soiled to dunness.<br>But spring is born! The man of genius free,<br>Prophetic, heeds its holy harmony;<br>For genius shares the soul of what shall be.<br>This you have not and never had an hour,<br>And so you shrink before the people's power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were a foreman with the gift of leading,<br>When pioneers cleared up a pathless tract;<br>Your lucid thinking and your gracious tact<br>Oft helped them over obstacles impeding.<br>But what new growths the ancient fields have filled,<br>From western seed to feed our land's wants tilled,<br>And what new light shines through your window-pane,<br>Longing for truth beneath religion's reign,<br>And what new things but whispering we say,-<br>And what foretells the dawning reckoning-day,-<br>You fail to understand and find but madness<br>In our young nation's fairest growth and gladness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You answer: Poet's deeming is but dreaming,<br>And in the statesman's art most unbeseeming.<br>I answer: None has might men's life to sway,<br>If impotent the worth of dreams to weigh.<br>From cravings, powers that seek their form, ascending,<br>They fill the air; their right to be defending,<br>Till all men wakened to one goal are tending.<br>His nation's dreams are all the statesman's life,<br>Create his might, direct his aim in strife,<br>And if he this forgets, the next dreams blooming<br>Bring forth another, unto death him dooming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tempest-clouds that mount afresh and thicken<br>Cannot so dense before the morn's light hover<br>That we may not through cloud-rifts clear discover<br>Great thoughts that new-born victories shall quicken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such thoughts are radiant over me to-day,<br>And to my heart the warmer blood is streaming,<br>And all we live for, all that we are dreaming,<br>Its summons sends and strengthens for the fray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The war-horns soon beneath the woods shall bray,<br>Through dewy night th' assailing columns dash,<br>Amid the sudden gleams of shot and slash<br>The fog dissolve before our new-born day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon, though you threaten, will the heights be taken<br>For future ages, and our nation's soul<br>Can thence o'erlook the land in might unshaken,<br>With even hand and right to rule the whole.<br>It soon shall roll war's billows on to battle,<br>While from the clouds the fathers' weapons rattle!<br>O aged man, look round you where you stand,<br>For soon you have against you all our land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when you fall defeated on the field,<br>Then shall we say by your inverted shield:<br>He stood against us, since he knew not better,<br>A noble knight and never honor's debtor.</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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To hallow after fifty years the day
When they who there our charter free indited,
Together for our land were met to pray,-
We both were there with thanks to those great men,
With thanks to God, who to o..."></div>
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