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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's bastion. Betrayed in danger's hour, betrayed Before the stress of strife! Was this the meaning that it had-- That clasp of hands at Axelstad Which gave the North new life? The words that seemed as if they rushed From deepest heart-springs out Were phrases, then! -- the freshet gushed, And now is fall'n the drought. The tree, that promised rich in bloom Mid festal sun and shower, Stands wind-stript in the louring gloom, A cross to mark young Norway's tomb, The first dark testing-hour. They were but Judas kisses, lies In fatal wreaths enwound, The cheers of Norway's sons, and cries Towards the beach of Sound. What passed that time we watched them meet, 'Twixt Norse and Danish lord? Oh! nothing! only to repeat King Gustav's play at Stockholm's seat With the Twelfth Charles' sword. "A people doomed, whose knell is rung, Betrayed by every friend!" -- Is the book closed and the song sung? Is this our Denmark's end? Who set the craven colophon, While Germans seized the hold, And o'er the last Dane lying prone Old Denmark's tattered flag was thrown With doubly crimsoned fold? But thou, my brother Norsemen, set Beyond the war-storm's power Because thou knewest to forget Fair words in danger's hour: Flee from thy homes of ancient fame-- Go chase a new sunrise-- Pursue oblivion, and for shame Disguise thee in a stranger's name To hide from thine own eyes! Each wind that sighs from Danish waves Through Norway's woods of pine, Of thy pale lips an answer craves: Where wast thou, brother mine? I fought for both a deadly fight; In vain to spy thy prow O'er belt and fiord I strained my sight: My fatherland with graves grew white: My brother, where wast thou? It was a dream! Arise, awake To do a nation's deed! Each to his post, swift counsel take; A brother is in need! A nobler song may yet be sung-- Danes, Danes, keep Tyra's hold-- And o'er a Northern era, young And rich in hope, be proudly flung The red flag's tattered fold.
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