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Come up on deck The morning is clear	A
Memory wakes as the landmarks appear	A
How many the islands green and cheery	B
The salt licking skerries weed wound smeary	B
On this side on that side they frolic before us	C
Good friends but wild in frightened chorus	C
Sea fowl shriek round us a flying legion	D
We are in a region	D
Of storms historic unique for aye	E
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We fare the fishermen's venturesome way	F
Far out the bank and the big fish shoaling	G
The captain narrates and just now unrolling	G
Sails run to shore a swift racing match	H
Good is the catch	H
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Yes yes I recognize them again	I
Romsdal's boats' weather beaten men	I
They	F
know	J
how to sail when need's at hand	K
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But I'm forgetting to look towards land	K
It whelms the sight	L
Like lightning bright	L
In memory graven but not so great	M
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Wherever I suffer my eyes to wander	B
Stand mountain giants both here and yonder	B
The loin of one by the other's shoulder	B
Naught else to where earth and sky are blending	G
The dread of a world's din daunts the beholder	B
The silence vastens the vision unending	G
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Some are in white and others in blue	N
With pointed tops that emulous tower	B
Some mass their power	B
In marching columns their purpose pursue	N
Away you small folk In there 'The Preacher'	B
In high assembly the service intoning	G
Of magnates primeval their patriarch owning	G
Of what does he preach my childhood's teacher	B
So often so often to him I listened	O
In eager worship devout and lowly	B
My songs were christened	O
In light that fell from his whiteness holy	B
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How great it is I can finish never	B
Great thoughts that in life and legend we treasure	B
Stream towards the scene in persistent endeavor	B
The mighty impression to grasp and measure	B
Dame's hell India's myth panorama	P
Shakespeare's earth overarching drama	P
Aeschylus' thunders that purge and free	B
Beethoven's powerful symphony	B
They widen and heighten they cloud and brighten	D
Like small ants scrambling and soft cooing doves	Q
They tumble backward and flee affrighted	O
As if a dandy in dress coat and gloves	Q
The mountains approached and to dance invited	O
No tempt them not Their retainer be	B
You'll learn then later	B
How life with the great must make you greater	B
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If you are humble they'll say it themselves	R
That something is greater than e'en their greatest	O
Look how the little river that delves	R
High in the notch within limits straitest	O
Through ice first burrowed and stone a brook	G
Slowly the giants asunder wearing	G
Unmoved before their face now and bearing	G
They had to change 'mid the spring flood's laughter	B
Millions of years have followed thereafter	B
Millions of years it also took	G
In stamps the fjord now to look on their party	O
Lifts his sou' wester gives greeting to them	S
Whoever at times in their fog could view them	S
Has seen him near to their very noses	T
The fjord's not famed for his well bred poses	U
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Towards him hurry all white foam faced	O
Brooks and rivers in whirling haste	O
All of his family frolicsome naughty	O
If ever the mountains the fjord would immure	B
Their narrows press nigher a prison sure	B
His water hands then with a gesture haughty	O
Seize the whole saucy pass like a shell	V
Set to his mouth he begins to blow it	O
With western gale lungs and then you may know it	O
Loud is the noise and the swift currents swell	V
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Forcing the coast a big fjord black and gray	B
Breaks us our way	B
Waterfalls rushing on both sides rumble	W
Sponge wet and slow	J
Cloud masses over the mountain flanks fumble	W
The sun and mist lo	J
Symbol of struggle eternal show	J
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This is my Romsdal's unruly land	O
Home love rejoices	U
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All things I see have eyes and have voices	U
The people I know them each man understand	O
Though never I saw him nor with him have spoken	D
I know this folk for the fjord is their token	D
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One	D
is the fjord in the storm's battle fray	B
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Another	B
is he when the sunbeams play	B
In midsummer's splendor	B
And radiant happy his heart is tender	B
Whatever has form	X
He bears on his breast with affection warm	X
Mirrors it fondles it	O
Be it so bare as the mossy gray rubble	W
Be it so brief as a brook's fleeting bubble	W
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Oh what a brightness Beauty soul ravishing	G
Shines from his prayer that now he be shriven	D
Of all the past And penitence lavishing	G
All he confesses with glad homage given	D
Mirrors and masses	U
Deep the mountains' high peaks and passes	U
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The old giants think now He's not really bad	O
In greater degree he's wrathful and glad	O
Than others perchance is false not at all	Y
But reckless capricious true son of Romsdal	Y
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Right are the mountains This race type keeping	G
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They	B
saw men creeping	G
Over the ridges scant fodder reaping	G
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They	B
saw men eager	B
Toil on the sea though their take was meager	B
Plow the steep slope and trench the bog valley	Y
To bouts with the rock the brown nag rally	Y
Saw their faults flaunted	O
Buck like they bicker	B
Love well their liquor	B
But know not defeat hoist the sail undaunted	O
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Different the districts but all in all	Y
Spirits vivacious with longings that spur them	S
Depths full of song with billows that stir them	S
Folk of the fjord and the sudden squall	Y
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Viking abode I hail you with wonder	B
High built the wall broad sea floor thereunder	B
Hall lit by sun bows on waterfall vapors	U
Hangings of green your dwellers the drapers	U
Viking born race 't is you I exalt	O
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It costs in under so high a vault	O
A struggle long unto lordship stable	Y
Not all who have tried to succeed were able	Y
It costs to recover the wealth of the fjord	O
From wanton waste and in power to hoard	O
It costs but who conquers is made a man	D
I know there are that can	D

Bjarnstjerne Bjarnson

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