Fyen og Schweitz
5te Juli 1875
Odins Ø med Palnatokes Grav
Med susende Skove ved det rullende Hav,
Fyen, hvor jeg fødtes til Tankens Lyn
Mellem vilde Roser og Humleduft!
Velsignet dit Solskin, velsignet din Luft!
Mægtige Schweitz med Gletschernes Bulder,
Du minder mig sært om, naar Nordsøen ruller.
Schweitz! Wilhelm Tells og Skyernes Land!
Genfersø med den blomstrende Strand!
Skal her mit Støv under Hængepilen
Blomstre og groe og dog finde Hvilen,
Medens mit Livs Lyn bevares i Væren? –
Gud være takket! Ham evig Æren!
Funen and Switzerland
5 Juli 1875
Odin’s isle with Palnatoke’s grave
With soughing woods close to rolling waves,
Funen, where to thought’s lightning I was born
Among wild roses and hops’ heady scent!
Blessed be your sunshine, blessed be your skies’ extent!
Magnificent Swiss glaciers with their rumbling
Which greatly reminds me of North Sea’s tumbling.
Switzerland! Wilhelm Tell’s and cloud banks’ own land!
And Lake Geneva with its flowering strand!
Shall my dust here ’neath the weeping willow tree
Blossom and grow and then rest lastingly,
While my life’s lightning stays one endless story? –
Thanks be to God! To Him be the glory!
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