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Ingerid Sletten

Ingerid Sletten of Sillejord
Neither gold nor silver did own,
But a little hood of gay wool alone,
Her mother had given of yore.

Per Bo

Once I knew a noble peasant
From a line of men large-hearted.
Light and strength were in his mind,

The Pure Norwegian Flag

Tri-colored flag, and pure,
Thou art our hard-fought cause secure;

The Tryst

Silent I'm biding,
While softly gliding
Sink the still hours to eternity's sleep.
My fancies roaming

Halfdan Kjerulf

Winter had sought his life's tree to o'erthrow,
Youthful and strong. But his blood's vernal flow

Oyvind's Song

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.

Oh, When Will You Stand Forth?

Oh, when will you stand forth, who with strength can bring aid,
To strike down the injustice and lies


Mood of youth,
Mood of youth,
Eagle-like must seek the blue,
Dauntlessly its course pursue,

To Missionary Skrefsrud In Santalistan

I honor you, who, though refused, affronted,
Have heard the voice, and victory have won;
I honor you, who still by malice hunted,

Sin, Death

Sin and Death, those sisters two,
Two, two,
Sat together while dawned the morning.
Sister, marry! Your house will do,

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