There is a charming land - Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger

There is a charming land

Where grow the wide-armed beeches

By the salt eastern Strand.

Old Denmark, so we call

These rolling hills and valleys,

And this is Freia's Hall.

Here sat in days of yore

The warriors in armour,

Well rested from the war.

They scattered all their foes,

And now beneath great barrows

Their weary bones repose.

The land is lovely still,

With blue engirdling ocean

And verdant vale and hill.

Fair women, comely maids,

Strong men and lads are dwelling

In Denmark's island glades.

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Adam Gottlob Oehlenschläger (1779 - 1850) Denmark
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Source: All Poetry

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