Far our foe his weapons flinging Up his visor raised; We in wonder to him springing On our brother gazed. Both by wholesome shame incited Southward made our way; _Brothers three_, in heart united, We shall stand for aye! Men of Norway, high or lowly, Give to God the praise! He our land's Defender Holy In its darkest days! All our fathers here have striven And our mothers wept, Hath the Lord His guidance given, So our right we kept. Yes, we love this land that towers Where the ocean foams; Rugged, storm-swept, it embowers Many thousand homes. As our fathers' conflict gave it Vict'ry at the end, Also we, when time shall crave it, Will its peace defend. THE CALL (FROM A HAPPY BOY) Come calf now to mother, Come lamb that I choose, Come cats, one and t' other, With snowy-white shoes, Come gosling all yellow, Come forth with your fellow, Come chickens so small, Scarce walking at all, Come doves, that are mine now, With feathers so fine now! The grass is bedewed, The sunlight renewed, It's early, early, summer's advancing But autumn soon comes a-dancing! EVENING (FROM A HAPPY BOY) Evening sun in beauty is shining, Lazy puss on the step's reclining. "Two small mice, Cream that was so nice, Four fine bits of fish, Stolen from a dish, And I'm so good and full, And I'm so lazy and dull!" Says the pussy. Mother-hen her wings now is sinking, Rooster stands on _one_ leg a-thinking: "That gray goose, High he flies and loose; But just watch, you must admit, Naught he has of rooster-wit. Chickens in! To the coop away! Gladly dismiss we the sun for today!" Says the rooster. "Dear me, it is good to be living, When life no labor is giving!" Says the song-bird. MARIT'S SONG (FROM A HAPPY BOY) "Dance!" called the fiddle, Its strings loudly giggled, The bailiff's man wriggled Ahead for a spree. "Hold!" shouted Ola And tripped him to tumbling, The bailiff's man humbling, To maidens' great glee. "Hop!" said then Erik, His foot struck the ceiling, The beams rang their pealing, The walls gave a shriek. "Stop!" said now Elling, And seizing him collared, He held him and hollered: "You still are too weak!" "Hei!" said then Rasmus, Fair Randi embracing: "Be quick now in placing The kiss that you know!" "Nay!" answered Randi. A slapping she gave him, And from her she drave him: "Here take what I owe!" LOVE THY NEIGHBOR (FROM A HAPPY BOY) Love thy neighbor, to Christ be leal! Crush him never with iron-heel, Though in the dust he's lying! All the living responsive await Love with power to recreate, Needing alone the trying. OYVIND'S SONG (FROM A HAPPY BOY) Lift thy head, thou undaunted youth! Though some hope may now break, forsooth, Brighter a new one and higher Shall throe eye fill with its fire.