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No Coward Soul is Mine

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heavens glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
O God within my breast.
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life — that in me has rest,
As I — Undying Life — have power in Thee!
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move mens hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or [...]

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Innbying
- Tarjei Vesaas-
Vil du gje meg handa ved månens skin,
lauv du er -
Under open himmel. Over open avgrunn.
Som lauv
er du og eg.
Fort skjelvande,
og fort borte.
Kom -

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