A BROTHER IN NEED
by: Henrik Ibsen
- OW, rallying once if ne'er again,
- With flag at half-mast flown,
- A people in dire need and strain
- Mans Tyra's bastion.
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- Betrayed in danger's hour, betrayed
- Before the stress of strife!
- Was this the meaning that it had--
- That clasp of hands at Axelstad
- Which gave the North new life?
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- The words that seemed as if they rushed
- From deepest heart-springs out
- Were phrases, then! -- the freshet gushed,
- And now is fall'n the drought.
- The tree, that promised rich in bloom
- Mid festal sun and shower,
- Stands wind-stript in the louring gloom,
- A cross to mark young Norway's tomb,
- The first dark testing-hour.
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- They were but Judas kisses, lies
- In fatal wreaths enwound,
- The cheers of Norway's sons, and cries
- Towards the beach of Sound.
- What passed that time we watched them meet,
- 'Twixt Norse and Danish lord?
- Oh! nothing! only to repeat
- King Gustav's play at Stockholm's seat
- With the Twelfth Charles' sword.
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- "A people doomed, whose knell is rung,
- Betrayed by every friend!" --
- Is the book closed and the song sung?
- Is this our Denmark's end?
- Who set the craven colophon,
- While Germans seized the hold,
- And o'er the last Dane lying prone
- Old Denmark's tattered flag was thrown
- With doubly crimsoned fold?
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- But thou, my brother Norsemen, set
- Beyond the war-storm's power
- Because thou knewest to forget
- Fair words in danger's hour:
- Flee from thy homes of ancient fame--
- Go chase a new sunrise--
- Pursue oblivion, and for shame
- Disguise thee in a stranger's name
- To hide from thine own eyes!
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- Each wind that sighs from Danish waves
- Through Norway's woods of pine,
- Of thy pale lips an answer craves:
- Where wast thou, brother mine?
- I fought for both a deadly fight;
- In vain to spy thy prow
- O'er belt and fiord I strained my sight:
- My fatherland with graves grew white:
- My brother, where wast thou?
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- It was a dream! Arise, awake
- To do a nation's deed!
- Each to his post, swift counsel take;
- A brother is in need!
- A nobler song may yet be sung--
- Danes, Danes, keep Tyra's hold--
- And o'er a Northern era, young
- And rich in hope, be proudly flung
- The red flag's tattered fold.
'A Brother in Need' was originally
written in 1863. This English translation is reprinted from Lyrics
& Poems from Ibsen. Trans. Fydell Edmund Garrett. New
York: E.P. Dutton & Co., 1912. |
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