Lift thy head to the vision clear! Something near thee is calling: "Here!"-- Something with myriad voicing, Ever in courage rejoicing. Lift thy head, for an azure height Rears within thee a vault of light; Music of harps there is ringing, Jubilant, rapturous singing. Lift thy head and thy longing sing! None shall conquer the growing spring; Where there is life-making power, Time shall set free the flower. Lift thy head and thyself baptize In the hopes that radiant rise, Heaven to earth foreshowing, And in each life-spark glowing! LOVE SONG (FROM A HAPPY BOY) Have you love for me, Yours my love shall be, While the days of life are flowing. Short was summer's stay, Grass now pales away, With our play will come regrowing. What you said last year Sounds yet in my ear,-- Birdlike at the window sitting, Tapping, trilling there, Singing, in would bear Joy the warmth of sun befitting. Litli-litli-lu, Do you hear me too, Youth behind the birch-trees biding? Now the words I send, Darkness will attend, May be you can give them guiding. Take it not amiss! Sang I of a kiss? No, I surely never planned it. Did you hear it, you? Give no heed thereto, Haste I make to countermand it. Oh, good-night, good-night Dreams enfold me bright Of your eyes' persuasive mildness. Many a silent word From their corners heard,-- Breaking forth with gentle wildness. Now my song is still; Is there more you will? All the tones, to me returning, Laughing, luring, soar; Did you wish me more? Still and warm the night is yearning. MOUNTAIN SONG (FROM A HAPPY BOY) When you will the mountains roam And your pack are making, Put therein not much from home, Light shall be your taking! Drag no valley-fetters strong To those upland spaces, Toss them with a joyous song To the mountains' bases! Birds sing Hail! from many a bough, Gone the fools' vain talking, Purer breezes fan your brow, You the heights are walking. Fill your breast and sing with joy! Childhood's mem'ries starting, Nod with blushing cheeks and coy, Bush and heather parting. If you stop and listen long, You will hear upwelling Solitude's unmeasured song To your ear full swelling; And when now there purls a brook, Now stones roll and tumble, Hear the duty you forsook In a world-wide rumble. Fear, but pray, you anxious soul, While your mem'ries meet you! Thus go on; the perfect whole On the top shall greet you. Christ, Elijah, Moses, there Wait your high endeavor. Seeing them you'll know no care, Bless your path forever. ANSWER FROM NORWAY TO THE SPEECHES IN THE SWEDISH HOUSE OF NOBLES, 1860 (See Note 6) Have you heard what says the Swede now, Young Norwegian man? Have you seen what forms proceed now, Border-watch to plan? Shades of those from life departed, Our forefathers single-hearted, Who, when words like these were said, Mounted guard and knew no dread.