To Johan Dahl, Bookdealer (On His Sixtieth Birthday)

(See Note 31)

Our glasses we lift now and drink to our host!
        "Hurrah!"
Give heed to our ditty, we sing you our toast!
        "Aha!"
The first thing appearing is what he was nearing,
When uproar not fearing he came for a hearing
        'Fore skerry-bred eagle
        And Wergeland regal.
        Oh! Ha!

He came like an innocent spring-lambkin ewe-born,
        Oh, woe!
So neat and so fine in his guilelessness new-born
        Like snow.
The flesh so delicious was chopped up to farce-meat,
And later by Wergeland found for a farce meet,
        And gayly 't was swallowed,
        And all the bones hollowed
        And strown.

But swift as Thor's he-goats to life again skipping,
        He sprang
Whole skinned together, and gave them a whipping
        That rang.
This made him seem worthy to join the gay party,
At once they received him in fellowship hearty!
        And soon was no other
        More loved as a brother
        Than Dahl.

The light from his shop spread afar and made brighter
        Our day.
His drawing-room gathered so many a fighter
        In play.
Our taste there was made and our critical passion,
The shop was a power, new Norway to fashion.
        Though little, its story
        Shall some time in glory
        Be writ.

For what you have kindled, endured, and aspired,
        Our thanks!
For hearts you have gladdened and souls you have fired,
        Our thanks!
For all your good faith in your fervor and ranting,
Yes, for your whole-heartedness free from all canting,
        You whimsical, queer one,
        Old fellow, you dear one,
        Our thanks!