When Norway Would Not Help (Easter Eve, 1864)

(See Note 24)          When Kattegat now or the Belt you sail,         No more will you sight     The Danish proud frigate, no more will you hail         The red and white;     No more will the ringing command be heard         In Wessel's tongue,     No rollicking music, no jocund word,         'Neath Dannebrog sung.     No dance will you see, no laughter meet,         As the white sails shine,     From mast and from stern no garland you greet,         Of arts the sign.     But all that we owned of the treasures on board         The deeps now hold;     One sad winter night to the sea-waves were poured         Our memories old.     It was that same night, when the frigate nigh         To Norway's land     Distress-guns was firing, the surf running high         With sea-weed and sand.     To help from the harbor men put out boats,         But they turn back, ...     The frigate toward Germany drifting floats,         A broken wrack!     What once had been ours overboard was strown,         Each kinship mark     Was quickly removed, to the sea it was thrown         With curses stark!     The Northern lion, that figure-head gray,         Now had to fall,     In pieces 'twas hewn, and the frigate lay         Like a shattered wall.             ...     Repaired and refitted, its canvas it spread         Near Germany's coast,     With black-yellow flag and an eagle dread         In the lion's post.     When sailing we Kattegat sweep with our eyes,         'T is still evermore.     But a German admiral's frigate lies         Near Scania's shore.