Lift thy head, thou undaunted youth! <br />Though some hope may now break, forsooth, <br />Brighter a new one and higher <br />Shall throe eye fill with its fire. <br /> <br />Lift thy head to the vision clear! <br />Something near thee is calling: "Here!"-- <br />Something with myriad voicing, <br />Ever in courage rejoicing. <br /> <br />Lift thy head, for an azure height <br />Rears within thee a vault of light; <br />Music of harps there is ringing, <br />Jubilant, rapturous singing. <br /> <br />Lift thy head and thy longing sing! <br />None shall conquer the growing spring; <br />Where there is life-making power, <br />Time shall set free the flower. <br /> <br />Lift thy head and thyself baptize <br />In the hopes that radiant rise, <br />Heaven to earth foreshowing, <br />And in each life-spark glowing!<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oyvind-s-song/
