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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408058" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Brother In Need</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, <br>With flag at half-mast flown, <br>A people in dire need and strain <br>Mans Tyra's bastion. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Betrayed in danger's hour, betrayed <br>Before the stress of strife! <br>Was this the meaning that it had-- <br>That clasp of hands at Axelstad <br>Which gave the North new life? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The words that seemed as if they rushed <br>From deepest heart-springs out <br>Were phrases, then! -- the freshet gushed, <br>And now is fall'n the drought. <br>The tree, that promised rich in bloom <br>Mid festal sun and shower, <br>Stands wind-stript in the louring gloom, <br>A cross to mark young Norway's tomb, <br>The first dark testing-hour. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were but Judas kisses, lies <br>In fatal wreaths enwound, <br>The cheers of Norway's sons, and cries <br>Towards the beach of Sound. <br>What passed that time we watched them meet, <br>'Twixt Norse and Danish lord? <br>Oh! nothing! only to repeat <br>King Gustav's play at Stockholm's seat <br>With the Twelfth Charles' sword. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A people doomed, whose knell is rung, <br>Betrayed by every friend!' -- <br>Is the book closed and the song sung? <br>Is this our Denmark's end? <br>Who set the craven colophon, <br>While Germans seized the hold, <br>And o'er the last Dane lying prone <br>Old Denmark's tattered flag was thrown <br>With doubly crimsoned fold? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou, my brother Norsemen, set <br>Beyond the war-storm's power <br>Because thou knewest to forget <br>Fair words in danger's hour: <br>Flee from thy homes of ancient fame-- <br>Go chase a new sunrise-- <br>Pursue oblivion, and for shame <br>Disguise thee in a stranger's name <br>To hide from thine own eyes! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each wind that sighs from Danish waves <br>Through Norway's woods of pine, <br>Of thy pale lips an answer craves: <br>Where wast thou, brother mine? <br>I fought for both a deadly fight; <br>In vain to spy thy prow <br>O'er belt and fiord I strained my sight: <br>My fatherland with graves grew white: <br>My brother, where wast thou? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a dream! Arise, awake <br>To do a nation's deed! <br>Each to his post, swift counsel take; <br>A brother is in need! <br>A nobler song may yet be sung-- <br>Danes, Danes, keep Tyra's hold-- <br>And o'er a Northern era, young <br>And rich in hope, be proudly flung <br>The red flag's tattered fold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henrik+Johan+Ibsen">Henrik Johan Ibsen</a><div class=q>
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With flag at half-mast flown, 
A people in dire need and strain 
Mans Tyra's bastion. 

Betrayed in danger's hour, betrayed 
Before the stress of strife! 
Was this the meaning that it had-- 
That clasp of hands ..."></div>
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