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49 Mother-tongue is our dearest tone, A foreigner’s speech sounds empty, Heard or read it has might alone, To strengthen the vigour scanty. Mother-tongue near the Danish fjords And under the light-green beeches, Charming sound has in all its words, Still most in a young girl’s speeches. Sweet in peace and sweet in strife, Sweet in death and sweet in life, Sweet in reputation!

48. Our Home. Words and music by Alfred Tofft.

Wherever around in the wide World you went To know all the splendours, it might you present, The loveliest spot of the whole globe’s extent Is there, where the sorrowless childhood you spent. The language was taught you on mother’s knee, And there did your own tongue first fully agree; There greeted you welcome once field and tree, And there you felt yourself glad and free. And if notwithstanding your fortune seems strait, There still a song cheerful your heart will create, For there you desire that you may jubilate With thanks to our Lord for your fortunate fate. And there through the woods and the fields of prime From waves does the Zephyr bring forth into rhyme Those tales, which are still so beloved and sublime: Upon a time, upon a time! If, leaving, my destiny happens to say: »Break off now the life-banquet, this is the day.« I know in what soil then my dust has to stay, O Denmarkl for thine is my body’s clay. Yes, Denmark, the land we attachment swore, Thy future and luck shall grow evermore: ’Twixt kingdoms thou always wilt stand before, In tliee we trust, we thee adorel

49. Banner-march. Words by Nybom. — Music by G. Wennerberg .

Stand out, O chivalry of light! Around your father’s standards flowing, Set out once more with song’s delightful might And trust, wherever you aré going. Still rest and peace here reign Like moon-light over rocks and vales Before the hurricane But love and hope the Swedish spirit tells.