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But if the foe should dåre to near our land, And gather clouds in Svithiod, Then, brothers, with our name we shall withstand

And even force our way in biood. And stumble we on glory’s way, Should Hildur our life desire, Around us Sweden’s banner shall lie In death it is our bride-attire.

50. The Everlasting Snow. Words by Johannes Jørgensen. — Music by Aug. Winding. O everlasting snowl O everlasting snowl High over the mountains lying, High over valley’s triumph and woe High over each dwarfish human being. O everlasting snowl O everlasting snowl Thy lofty summits, widely glare; Ice hard, that nevermore the thaw shall know And never for sunbeams disappear. O everlasting snow! thy sparkling white top, High over the sultry deep vale, Refreshen, strengthen my soul and my hope As gloaming and evening gale.