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47 Let my singer-wreath remain Dusty on oblivion’s shore, Green it turns once more again God my voice will me restore, If I only catch the tone Of the song, that for the throne Heaven’s harps will me explain.

46. „Denmark, my Fatherland". Words by H. C. Andersen. — Music by H. Rung. In Denmark I am born, my home is there, There is my root, from there my course took rise, O Danish tongue! my mother’s voice so clear, That sweet and blessed in my heart still lies. O lovely Danish strand 1 where champion-graves of yore O’er field and biooms shall shine as heretofore. Thou art my love, Denmark, my Fatherland! Where does the summer shine with purpie flowers More rich than ours near the open strand? Where does the full moon glare o’er fields of clovers More lovely than in beeches’ fatherland? O lovely Danish strand! where »Dannebrog« waves proudly God gave the banner, he will give us glory. Thou art my love, Denmark, my fatherland! O land! where I am born, my homestead dear, Where I have root, from where my course took rise, Whose language is my mother’s voice so clear, Like music sweet it in my heart still lies. O lovely Danish strand! where wild swans peaceful bide O Islands green! my dearest home, my pride. Thou art my love, Denmark, my Fatherland!

47. The Mother-tongue. Words by N. F. S. Grundtvig. — Music by H. Rung.

Mother’s name has a blessed sound, Wherever the waves are flowing; Mother’s voice is a joy profound On every age bestowing. Sweet in peace and sweet in strife, Sweet in death and sweet in life, Sweet in reputation! Mother-tongue is the potent word, That governs the plain man’s saying, This is the fundamental chord, On which ev’ry heart is playing.