Ingerid Sletten of Sillejord
Neither gold nor silver did own,
But a little hood of gay wool alone,
Her mother had given of yore.
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Once I knew a noble peasant
From a line of men large-hearted.
Light and strength were in his mind,
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I
Tri-colored flag, and pure,
Thou art our hard-fought cause secure;
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Silent I'm biding,
While softly gliding
Sink the still hours to eternity's sleep.
My fancies roaming
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Winter had sought his life's tree to o'erthrow,
Youthful and strong. But his blood's vernal flow
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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.
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Oh, when will you stand forth, who with strength can bring aid,
To strike down the injustice and lies
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Mood of youth,
Mood of youth,
Eagle-like must seek the blue,
Dauntlessly its course pursue,
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I honor you, who, though refused, affronted,
Have heard the voice, and victory have won;
I honor you, who still by malice hunted,
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Sin and Death, those sisters two,
Two, two,
Sat together while dawned the morning.
Sister, marry! Your house will do,
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