Foraarssang
End ligger Jorden i Sneens Svøb,
Lystigt paa Søen er Skøiteløb,
Træerne prange med Rimfrost og Krager,
Men imorgen bestemt det dager;
Solen bryder den tunge Sky,
Vaaren rider Sommer i By,
Pilen kaster de uldne Vanter.
Spil op Musikanter,
Alle Smaafugle! stem i, stem i:
“Nu er Vintertiden forbi!”
O, hvilket Kys af den varme Sol!
Kom, pluk Skovmærke og Martsviol;
Det er, som Skoven sit Aandedræt holder,
Nu i een Nat hvert Blad sig udfolder,
Kukkeren synger, Du den forstaaer,
Hør, Du skal leve i mange Aar!
Verden er ung! vær ung med de Unge.
Lad Hjerte og Tunge
Juble med Vaaren, freidig og fri:
“Aldrig er Ungdomstiden forbi!”
Aldrig er Ungdomstiden forbi!
Jordlivet er et heelt Trylleri,
Solskin og Stormveir, Glæde og Smerte.
Der er en Verden lagt i vort Hjerte,
Den svinder ei som et Stjerneskud.
Mennesket skabtes i Billed af Gud,
Gud og Naturen staae evige unge.
Vaar, lær Du os sjunge,
Hver lille Fugl stemmer med deri:
“Aldrig er Ungdomstiden forbi!”
Udgivet i avisen Dagens Nyheder
den 17. marts 1870
Spring Song
Still in its cloak of snow lies the earth,
On the lake skating is full of mirth,
Trees are adorned with rime frost and crow,
Change this tomorrow will overthrow:
The heavy cloud the sun off will fling,
Spring to the town soon will summer bring,
The willows their woollen gloves throw away.
Musicians, begin now to play,
Join in, all you birds, every one:
‘Now the winter is over and done!’
Oh, what a kiss the sun brings anew!
Come, pick spring violets and woodruff too,
The wood almost holds its breath it seems,
In one night all leaves burst at the seams,
Cuckoos now sing – this message they give,
Listen, you’ve many years left to live!
The world is young! stay young with the young.
Rejoice now with heart and with tongue,
Rejoice with the spring, so free, on the run:
‘Youth can never be over and done!’
Youth can never be over and done!
Earthly life’s magic, though it’s home-spun,
Sunshine and storm time, pleasures and pains.
It is a world that in our hearts reigns,
It will not dwindle like some shooting star.
Made in God’s image, this is where we are.
God and Nature stay ever young
Spring, teach us to sing with your tongue,
To join in not one small bird will shun:
‘Youth can never be over and done!’
Published in the newspaper Dagens Nyheder
on 17 March 1870
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