Sønnen være tro og ære


"Good morning"
A translation of Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson's
Original: Here

The day is up, enchantment lit,
the cloudland parched and deemed unfit,
the lordly mountains duly shown
red-hot, The Lord of Light dawn thrown.
“Up, up!” bird in the wild,
“up, up!” mouth of the child,
up goes my hope, in sunshine flown.

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