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Ole Gabriel Ueland

    By Bjørnstjerne Martinius Bjørnson



    (See Note 46)

    Of long toil 't is a matter
    Through many a silent age,
    Before such power can shatter
    Time-hallowed custom's cage.
    The soul-fruit of the peasant,
    Though seldom seed was sown,
    It is our honor present, -
    Our future sure foreknown.

    The fjords that earnest waited
    'Mid mountain-snows around
    His childhood's thoughts created
    And depth of life profound.
    The highlands' sun that played there
    On fjord and mountain snow
    So wide a vision made there
    As one could wish to know.

    When he to Ting repairing
    Would plead the peasant's right,
    Each word a beam was bearing.
    To make our young day bright.
    It came like ancient story
    Or long-lost song's refrain;
    What crowned our past with glory
    It made our present gain.

    Though in his boat a seaman,
    A farmer in his field,
    Ne'er finer thoughts did freeman
    In royal council wield.
    His years bear witness ready
    That we shall yet achieve
    Our people's self-rule steady,
    He taught us to believe.

    When weary, worn, and aged,
    His faith was ever strong;
    The people's war he wagèd
    For victory erelong.
    Beneath the banner dying,
    He would not yet give o'er,
    And him Valkyries flying
    Home to Valhalla bore.

    From wintry night and bitter
    He was with stately tread
    In Saga's hall a-glitter
    Before the high-sear led.
    Old heroes proud or merry
    Rising to greet him went,
    But first of all King Sverre,
    From whom was his descent.



Extra Info:
TRANSLATED FROM THE NORWEGIAN IN THE ORIGINAL METERS BY ARTHUR HUBBELL PALMER
Professor of the German Language and Literature In Yale University


Note 46.
OLE GABRIEL UELAND (born October 28, 1799; died January 9, 1870)
was the son of a farmer. He was self-taught, reading all the books
he could find in the region about his home; became a school teacher
in 1817. His marriage in 1827 brought to him the farm Ueland, whose
name he took. He early became foremost in his district, and from
1833 to 1869 was member of the Storting for Stavanger. He organized
and led the Peasant party. In his time one of Norway's most
remarkable men, the most talented peasant and most powerful member
of the Storting, belonging to the generation before Sverdrup, he
prepared the way for the latter, with whom he then coöperated.
Sverdrup once said: "All of us who are engaged in practical politics
are Ueland's pupils."


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