Oyvind's Song (From A Happy Boy)

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. 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!