Udstillingstiden på Charlottenborg
1869
Det var Udstillingstiden på Charlottenborg;
Alt var nyt og meget godt og deiligt.
Et Billed greb mig: Ung og smuk stod Munken,
Saa to unge Ægtefolk til Æsels,
De rede hjem saa lykkelige begge To.
Og Munkens Ungdomssjæl og varme Tanke
Gjød Veemod over hele dette Skue,
Man følte: kun et Hjerte maler Sligt. — —
Hvert Aar fremstod et nyt, et herligt Billed.
Vi Samson saae iblandt Philistrene,
Vi saae Barberen, vi saae Romerdrengen,
Livssmerten, Lunet just i sundt Humeur.
Nu kom Prometheus. Sneen smelted bort
Fra Mængdens Øine; hvilket Storheds Billed!
Hvor var jeg glad med hele Kjøbenhavn!
Da saa vi mødtes, Du var, som jeg tænkte,
En Barnesjæl og dog saa mandig klog,
Beskeden, tvivlende om egen Styrke
Og dog forvisset om din Guds Mission;
Thi ellers aldrig kunde den fuldføres.
Da fik jeg Dig saa kjær. Tag mine Blomster
Som Tegn paa Glæden og paa Hjertelaget!
Exhibition time at Charlottenborg
1869
It was exhibition time at Charlottenborg;
Everything was new, fine and pleasing.
One picture seized me: A young, handsome monk
Gazing at a young married couple riding asses,
The were riding home, both of them so happy.
And the monk’s youthful soul and warm thoughts
Poured melancholy over the entire scene,
One felt: only a heart paints like this. ––
Every year there was a new, wonderful picture.
We saw Samson among the Philistines,
We saw the barber, we saw the Roman boy,
The pain of life, the warmth of a glad state of mind.
Now came Prometheus. The snow melted
From the eyes of the crowd; what a grand picture!
How happy I was with all of Copenhagen!
And then we met, you were as I had imagined,
A childlike soul and yet so manly wise,
Modest, doubting your own strength
And yet convinced of your divine mission;
For otherwise it could never be fulfilled.
I then felt so fond of you. Accept my flowers
As a token of my joy and kind-heartedness!
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