| Norway’s
highlands. High o’er the dales with their verdant pride,
Up mid the clouds, extending wide, |
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Is a desolate
region of bleak plateau,
Lakes under jagged mountain walls, |
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Where a billowy mantle of virgin snow
Across the black knees of the cliffs is spread, |
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And over the
teeming waterfalls
A turreted ice field lifts its head. |
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Oft from beneath the glacier’s frownThe headlong avalanche thunders down. |
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But flowers peep
out from the jagged rocks,
On the naked summits their petals gleam; |
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| And there are
nourished the reindeer flocks,
Over crag and marsh they go rushing past. |
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The mind of the
hunter is lost in dream,
But wakes at the call of Adventure’s blast. |
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- - Johan Sebastian
Cammermeyer Welhaven |
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