Göteborgs Handels- och Sjöfartstidning – 17 januari 1868, sida 3

THE FAMINE IN SVMEDEXNx). At Norrland, near to Bothnia, On Baltices trozen strand, Gods voice is heard! It calls to Scandinavia— So proud, so brave a land— But now, alas! so veered. Hark! sobs of anguish reach the ear, Trembling terror, deathly fear-— Forebodes the fate. Look! what is that so ghastly pale, Slowly creeping oer the trail? Halting—staggering— Fainting—stammering: Godss will be doneIt is a woman! follow her! what ails? She bears a babe, a suckling; And blood for milk the nursling Has drawn, till een that fails. Now pale and haggard, wandering, She seeks some one to harbor him, The little. babe, before she dies. And who was she, the wanderer? She wås the beauteous Wilhelmina, The fairest one next Lulea, The twin of Dalekarlia; So fair, so stately proud was she, ) Detta poem är skrifvet af hr Raymert i Newyork och af honom uppläst på den sance, till förmån för de nödlidande i Norrland, hvarom vår korrespondent från Newyork berättat.