List to the Northern spirit o'er Our sea and shore! Here once high thoughts in word were freed, In homely song, in homely deed; And ever shall the selfsame need That spirit sing: Heed not things trivial, foreign, new; Alone th' eternal, Northern, true Can harvest bring. O brother-band, this faith so dear Has brought us here? The spirit of the North to free, Our common toil and prayer shall be, Those greater days again to see,-- As once before, Of home and trust a message strong To send the warring world we long Forevermore. OPEN WATER! Open water, open water! All the weary winter's yearning Bursts in restless passion burning. Scarce is seen the blue of ocean, And the hours seem months in motion. Open water, open water! Smiles the sun on ice defiant, Eats it like a shameless giant: Soon as mouth of sun forsakes it, Swift the freezing night remakes it. Open water, open water! Storm shall be the overcomer Sweeping on from others' summer Billows free all foes to swallow,-- Crash and fall and sinking follow. Open water, open water! Mirrored mountains are appearing, Boats with steam and sail are nearing, Inward come the wide world's surges, Outward joy of combat urges. Open water, open water! Fiery sun and cooling shower Quicken earth to speak with power. Soul responds, the wonder viewing: Strength is here for life's renewing. SONG OF FREEDOM TO "THE UNITED LEFT" (1877) (See Note 63) Freedom's father--power strong, Freedom's mother--wrath and song. Giant-stout, a youth self-taught, Soon a giant's work he wrought. Ever he, full of glee, Thought and wit and melody, Mighty, merry, made his way,-- Labor's toil or battle-fray. Enemies whom none could tell Lay in wait this foe to fell, Found him waking all too stark, Sought his sleeping hours to mark, Tried their skill, bound him still; When he wakened, they fared ill. Glad he forward strode firm-paced, Full of power, full of haste. Bare fields blossom 'neath his feet, Commerce swells about his seat, From his fire gleam thought-rays bright,-- All things doubled are in might! For the land law he planned, Keeps it, guards with head and hand, Of all rue and error quit, Crushing him who injures it. Freedom's God is God of light, Not the bondsman's god of fright,-- God of love and brotherhood, Springtime's hope and will for good. To earth's ends _peace_ He sends! Heed the words His law commends: "One your Lord, and I am He, Have no other gods but Me!" TO MOLDE (See Note 64)