Aftonbladet – 30 juni 1856, sida 2

fil Dagens Feide skal vi tage. Vort Herreliv er nu med Et forbi, nu skal vi hjem til dyrt og knapt Logis. Derfor god: Nat! For Kattegat og Nordsö skal vi bittert klage. Dn stolte, minderige Kjöbenhavn saa meget Ondt har maattet friste. Dit Axelstad, det gode; gamle Navn, blev skriinlagt, for du derom vidste. Men du bevarer dog et godt Humeur, du gaar ei sortkledt for Enhver, som dör. Rödmosset, sund Smiil om din Mund vil du beholde til det Sidste. Selv Afskedstimen faar et gyldent Skjar fra lyse Blik og friske Minder og fra de store, runde Bögetrser og fra de vakre, danske Kvinder. Hvad gör du, Danmark, for at vere saa? Et Tryliemiddel vist du gjemmer paa. Se her i Kvald om vort Farvel coquet du Blomst og Viinlöf binder. fra Vaggon nod det gamle, rusino Svard ) I ! i Med lad os samle vore Tanker kun, lidt Alvor maa vor Afsked fölge. Lundenser! Tak for hver en kjerlig Stund iland og paa den salte Bölge. Du gaar on over til dit store Slot (vort Huus er ganske lyse-lyseblaat), hils Svealand alt hvad du kan, vor Kjerlighed ei du fordölge. Nu danske: Broder! tömme vi vort Glas for alt vor Samver dennesinde. Pr. Telegraph vi knurred vel om Plads, : men Knurren sad ej dybt herinde. Paa samme Snekke seile kan de Tre, det fik vi dog til Slutning Alle see. Framtiden maa huske derpaa trods alle Ryk af Östenvinde. Under lifliga hurrarop och hviftningar från j vännerna på stranden lade Ganger Rolf utj från Köpenhamns Toldbod, men icke mindre än 30 å 40 af de norska studenterna qvarstannade i Köpenhamn. Ombord på Ganger Rolf utdelades följande engelska verser, författade af professor Georg Stephens i Köpenhamn: Down from Old Norroways dim-seen eoast, On his Wiking war-horse good, Came Gange-Rolf, himself a host, And kemps many by him stood. Stand fast, Brothers! shoulder to shoulder! Bounded the battle-steed Åerce along Öer the foam-flowr:d gay-green mere; While far mid the fc h rang the song: — Young Rollo himSölP iffhere Stamd fast, Brothers ! skoulder to shoulder ! That sheut ihe Sea-leaper proudly heard, And faster and faster flew; Wave-stag below, and above the Bird; And the Wind he racd there too. Stand fast, Brothers! skoulder to shoulder ! Yon steel-hoofd stallion the day he gains, And in Rodas haven stands; His panting eourser Rolf tightly reins: — Now win I fame and lands Stand fast, Brotkers! skoulder to skoulder ! Fame and fastness and beauteous bride In blooming Normandy; Rieh was the Norsemans home, and wide, From Treport to Britany. Stand fast, Brothers! shoulder to shoulder! Steadfast they stood; ne eitizen Low louted when Yarl drew nigh; No eunueh cowd those free-born men, No Court-alms could them buy. Stand fast, Brothers! shoulder to shoulder ! Sun-bright, sithance, is Sagas page With their deeds of head and arm; Foremost in foray, winsome, sage, While their lay-smiths Europe charm. Stand fast, Brothers! shoulder to ekoulder ! Dead not yet is Old Norroways stock, Still Gange-Rolf dares the deep, Still Heroes spring from the grey-stone rock Where Dovres shadows sleep. Stand fast, Brothers ! shoulder to shoulder! Fame and lands glad gain they still. As they float from shore to shore; Stockholms their bivouac; and Upsals hill, And Hafnia resists no more. Stand fast, Brothers! shoulder to shoulder ! Eaeh the other conquers now with love, These noble Northern realms; — Which best in need can help, theyll prove, When. barbarous foe-swarm whelms. Stend fast, Brothers! shoulder to shoulder! Brothers, stand fast! Your freedom hold On ship-deck and in hall; Freedom is better than reddest gold, Slavery is bitterest gall. Stand fast, Brothers! shoulder to skomider ! From stolen Finland to Tromsoe Stift, From Frondhjem to Skones plain, From smiling Selland —where beech-woeds lift Green crowns — down to Eideren Stand fast, Brothers! shoulder to skowlder ! Stand fast, Feres! in one ehampion-ring, One Northland strong and free, Fill one day North-sprung England bring Her fourth Lion to the three! Stand fast, Brothere! shoulder te skeulder ! Gainst German, Vandal, Mus2ovite, 21 Watch, pray, and keep yowr own; Guard well the East-Sea, fear the White, Trust King or Diplomat mone! Stand fast, Brothers! shoulder to skotder! Welcomes a thousand from Dane, Swede, And eke from Angle too; We mingled blood ere the days ef Bede, And the People still is true. 1 Stand. fast, Brotkere! shoulder to skeuider: Tees! fbe people tis not the Courts, at last Shall fix Seandinavias fate; Waro that sad ery: — The moments past, Old Norroway eomes too late! Stand fast, Brothers! shoulder to skoulder! Cod und St. Olof! — Mo they ever shield Old Norroways land and folk! Fair maids, bold hearts, her soil aye yield, Na ss kn Thrallam!a vakat