The Father

Others will come; his kin will follow.

SUNG FOR NORWAY'S RIFLEMEN (1881) (See Note 73)

Fly the banner, fly the banner! For our freedom fight! 'Neath the banner, 'neath the banner, Riflemen unite! Graybeard in the Storting Gives his vote for right and truth, Rifle-voice supporting Of our armèd youth. Music runeful Ring out tuneful Bullets sent point-blank, Fiery coursing, Freedom forcing Way to royal rank; They from silent valleys To the Storting's rallies Bring the clear "Rah! Rah!" And there clamors o'er us Loud the rifle chorus, Piercing and repeated: "Rah! Rah! Rah-rah, rah-rah, rah-rah, rah-rah."

As the lingering echo rattles, Listens sure our Mother Norway, That her sons can go the war-way, Fight her freedom's future battles.

WORKMEN'S MARCH (See Note 74)

Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken! Keeping time is power's token. That makes one of many, many, That makes bold, if fear daunts any, That makes small the load and lighter, That makes near the goal and brighter, Till it greets us gained with laughter, And we seek the next one after.

Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken! Keeping time is power's token. Marching, marching of few hundreds, No one heeds it, never one dreads; Marching, marching of few thousands, Here and there wakes some to hearing; Marching, marching hundred thousands,-- All will mark that thunder nearing.

Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken! Keeping time is power's token. Let us march all, never weaken Time from Vardö down to Viken, Vinger up to Bergen's region,-- Let us make one marching legion, Then we'll rout some wrong from Norway, Open wide to right the doorway.

THE LAND THAT SHALL BE (DEDICATED TO HERMAN ANKER AND M. ANKER ON THE OCCASION OF THEIR SILVER-WEDDING, SEPTEMBER 15, 1888) (See Note 75)

Land that shall be Thither, when thwarted our longings, we sail,-- Sighs to the clouds, that we breathe when we fail, Form a mirage of rich valley and mead Over our need,-- Visions revealing the future until Faith shall fulfil,-- The land that shall be.

Land that shall be! All of our labor to sow seeds of gain Grows in the ages when our names shall wane, Gathered with others', 't is stored in the true Will to renew. This then shall carry our labor within, Safely within The land that shall be.

Land that shall be! Tears that are shed over evil's foul blight, Blood-sweat in conflict to win higher right, Hallow the will unto victory's cost. Let us be lost, Rooting out wrong, that the good we may sow, Soon overgrow The land that shall be.

Land that shall be! Looming in beauty of colors and song, Golden in sunlight that glad makes and strong, Present in children's eyes, looking to-day Down when you pray. Winning good victories gives us the power To own a brief hour The land that shall be.