I honor you, who, though refused, affronted, <br />Have heard the voice, and victory have won; <br />I honor you, who still by malice hunted, <br />Show miracles of faith and power done. <br /> <br />I honor you, God-thirsting soul so driven, <br />'Mid scorn and need the spirit's war to wage; <br />I honor you, by Gudbrand's valley given, <br />And of her sons the foremost in this age. <br /> <br />I do not share your faith, your daring dreaming; <br />This parts us not, the spirit's paths are broad. <br />For, all things great and noble round us streaming, <br />I worship them, because I worship God.<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-missionary-skrefsrud-in-santalistan/
