Now, brothers, sing out our song, <br />Whose train of light shall follow long! <br />With love are its measures beating <br />And victory's joyous greeting, <br />While round about it flower-seeds <br />In will of youth shall grow to deeds! <br /> <br />Our song has gone far and. wide, <br />Bright mem'ries on our way abide, <br />In flags flying, friends that love us, <br />In wreaths from fair hands above us, <br />In feasts where youth's full spirits stream, <br />Our nation's past, our nation's dream. <br /> <br />At <br />Hald <br />on a sunny day <br />That shot-torn flag of many a fray <br />Was waving above our singing, <br />Soul-fire to our music bringing, <br />The ardor of that glorious band, <br />Who died as heroes for our land. <br /> <br />To <br />Arendal <br />our summer-way <br />'For might and fame!'-remember aye! <br />The fleet on the bay was riding, <br />Our singer-ship through it gliding. <br />Our merchant-ships shall rule the wave! <br />This joyous hoisting-song we gave. <br /> <br />We gathered in <br />Bergen <br />town <br />Of ancient and of new renown. <br />The horns of our fathers greet us, <br />King Sverre comes forth to meet us; <br />But fresh and full the present spoke <br />In heartfelt song from all its folk. <br /> <br /> <br />Upsala, Copenhagen, Lund, <br /> <br />In each our song its garland won, <br />Fair fetters of music winding, <br />Harmonious the Northland binding; <br />Our mighty choral theme shall be <br /> <br />The Northern races' unity. <br /> <br /> <br />With courage, then, onward roam! <br />Where echo answers is our home. <br />Our past that we sing draws nearer, <br />Our future in song grows clearer, <br />E'en while we wander hand in hand <br />And summer sing into our land.<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-for-the-students-glee-club/
