That have answer’d to its tone.
A thousand ancient mountains
Its pealing note hath stirr’d,—
Sound on, and on, for evermore,
O thou victorious word!
OLD NORWAY.
A MOUNTAIN WAR-SONG.
[“To a Norwegian, the words Gamlé Norgé (Old Norway) have a spell in them immediate and powerful; they cannot be resisted. Gamlé Norgé is heard, in an instant, repeated by every voice; the glasses are filled, raised, and drained—not a drop is left; and then bursts forth the simultaneous chorus ‘For Norgé!’ the national song of Norway. Here, (at Christiansand,) and in a hundred other instances in Norway, I have seen the character of a company entirely changed by the chance introduction of the expression Gamlé Norgé. The gravest discussion is instantly interrupted; and one might suppose for the moment that the party was a party of patriots, assembled to commemorate some national anniversary of freedom.”—Derwent Conway’s Personal Narrative of a Journey through Norway and Sweden.
The following words have been published, as arranged to the spirited national air of Norway, by Charles Graves, Esq.]
Arise! Old Norway sends the word