(At The Student Meeting Of 1869) <br /> <br />Thoughts toward one another coursing <br />To their pole must run, <br />Hearts that meet, all bonds are forcing, <br />Like the springtime sun. <br />Though to-day too heavy sorrow <br />Dull the mind of youth, <br />Higher on the meeting's morrow <br />Roll the tides of truth. <br /> <br />Though each man with courage fired <br />Hundreds forward bore, <br />Though a thousand died inspired, <br />There is need of more. <br />May a Northern Spring come blowing <br />Over wood and field, <br />Wake the hundred thousands, knowing <br />Meeting-hour revealed! <br /> <br />Hail! A Northern day is written <br />In the brightening sky; <br />Darksome dread, that erst had smitten, <br />Flees, now dawn is nigh. <br />After Gjallar-horn blasts hollow, <br />Tears and shame and blood, <br />As so often, now shall follow <br />Full the spirit's flood. <br /> <br />In our people's life deep-seated <br />This is felt each day: <br />Who grows stronger when defeated, <br />Victor stands for aye. <br />Our Spring-meeting's fullness swells now, <br />Bearing prophecy <br />Of the Spring whose hope upwells now: <br />Hail, the Northern three!<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-meeting-14/
