To The Dannebrog

(WHEN DYBB'L WAS CAPTURED) (See Note 25) Dannebrog of old was seeming Snow-white, rosy red, Through the mists of ages beaming, Heaven's gift outspread, Rich as fruits of Denmark's planting, Grand as song of heroes chanting, Spirit-winged to deeds of daring O'er the wide world faring. Dannebrog, thou now art seeming Death-pale, bloody red, Like a dying sea-gull gleaming White with blood o'erspread. Purple tides the wounds are showing From thy faith in justice flowing; Denmark, bear the cross, thy burden Honor is thy guerdon!