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The heel-ways are low,
Doorless is that house,
Thus thou art laid,
A NATIONAL SONG OF DENMARK.-FROM THE DANISII OF JOHANNES EVALD.
KING CARISTIAN stood by the lofty mast
In mist and smoke;
Then sank each hostile hulk and mast,
In mist and smoke.
Nils Juel* gave heed to the tempest's roar,
Now is the hour !
“ Now is the hour !”
The power ?”
North Sea ! a glimpse of Wessel rent
Thy murky sky!
Thy murky sky!
Path of the Dane to fame and might!
My grave! * Nils Juel was a celebrated Danish Admiral, and Peder Wessel, a Vice-Admiral, who for his great prowess received the popular title of Tordenskiold, or Thundershield. In childhood he was a tailor's apprentice, and rose to his high rank before the age of twenty-eight, when he was killed in a duel.
The landlord's daughter filled their cups,
Around the rustic board ;
And spake not one rude word.
But, when the maid departed,
A Swabian raised his hand,
Long live the Swabian land !
“ The greatest kingdom upon earth
Cannot with that compare ;
And the nut-brown maidens there."
“Ha!" cried a Saxon, laughing,
And dashed his beard with wine ; “ I had rather live in Lapland,
Than that Swabian land of thine !
“The goodliest land on all this earth,
It is the Saxon land !
As fingers on this hand !”.
"Hold your tongues ! both Swabian and Saxon!"
A bold Bohemian cries ; “If there's a heaven upon this earth,
In Bohemia it lies.
And then the landlord's daughter
Up to heaven raised her hand,
There lies the happiest land !”