Johan Ludvig Runeberg

“ However fate may cast our lot, A land, a fatherland, we’ve got. Will there a thing on earth appear More worthy, to hold dear? 8.
And here’s, and here’s this fatherland, Here every eye it sees; And we can stretch a pointing hand, To show, with joy, its sea and strand, And say, “Behold this country, this, Our Fatherland it is.” ”

“ Oh land, the thousand lakes’ own land, Of faith, and lay, and glee, Where life’s main sea gave us a strand, Our fore-time’s land, our future’s land, Shy of thy poorness, never be, Be calm, be glad, be free! 11.
Thy blossom, hidden now from sight, Shall burst its bud ere long. Lo! from our love, shall rise aright, Thy sun, thy hope, thy joy, thy light, And higher, once, more full and strong, Shall ring Our Country’s song. ”

“ We love our rippling brooks, so bright, Our gushing streams, so strong, The whisper of dark woods, at night, Our starry skies, our summer light, All, all that we, in sight and song, Have felt and lived among. ”