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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Sweden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lift thou thine ancient yellow-blue!<br>Aloft the front must show it.<br>The German's slow to take the cue,<br>But seeing that he'll know it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He'll know that greater danger's near<br>Than ink on Bismarck's trousers;<br>That it will cost him doubly dear,<br>Men, horses, bovine browsers;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That ten years' nonsense now is done,<br>The daily quarrel dirty<br>Will soon become a war with one<br>Who held his own for thirty;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Northland's stubborn folk allied<br>Their forces are uniting,<br>With glorious memories to guide,<br>The Northern heavens lighting;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That great Gustavus once again<br>To battle glad is riding,<br>But now <br>against<br>the Southern men</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With<br>Christian Fourth is siding,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Haakon Earl the times of old<br>Round Palnatoki gather;<br>Near Charles the Twelfth stands Tordenskjold,<br>Placid, and smiling rather,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That we, who have so well known how<br>To fight against each other,<br>Shall not exactly scorn earn now,<br>When brother stands with brother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But forward <br>thou<br>the way must lead<br>With stirring drum-beats' rattle,<br>Thy marching-step we all must heed,<br>Thou 'rt known on fields of battle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That ancient Swedish melody,<br>Renowned in world-wide glory,<br>Not merely for the heart's deep plea<br>In Jenny's travel-story,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But for the solemn earnestness<br>To Lützen's battle calling,<br>And for the daring strains no less,<br>That rang at Narwa's falling,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The song thou sang'st the North t' inspire<br>With virtue and with power,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The three must with united choir<br>Lift up this very hour!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It now must bear aloft a hymn,<br>The call of God proclaiming;<br>Pictures of blood its lines shall limn,<br>Drawn bold in letters flaming,-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its name shall be: 'The Free North's Hymn!'<br>Of all the hymns thou voicest,<br>Whose glory time shall never dim,<br>It shall be first and choicest.</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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Aloft the front must show it.
The German's slow to take the cue,
But seeing that he'll know it.

He'll know that greater danger's near
Than ink on Bismarck's trousers;
That it will cost him doubly dear,
Men, ho..."></div>
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