KNUD IVERSON.
Come, gather round me, children!
Put your playthings all away;
I will tell you a thing that happened
In our midst the other day.
I know your hearts will tremble,
And your cheeks turn very pale,
And your eyes be wet with weeping,
At the telling of my tale.
Put your playthings all away;
I will tell you a thing that happened
In our midst the other day.
I know your hearts will tremble,
And your cheeks turn very pale,
And your eyes be wet with weeping,
At the telling of my tale.
'Tis of a young Norwegian,
A gentle boy, who came
And settled among us lately,
Knud Iverson his name.
From a far-off, frozen country,
A country by the sea,
He came like a young hero,
To teach us to be free.
A gentle boy, who came
And settled among us lately,
Knud Iverson his name.
From a far-off, frozen country,
A country by the sea,
He came like a young hero,
To teach us to be free.
One afternoon in August,
When the blue sky looked, above,
Full of pleasantness and beauty,
Full of purity and love,—
When the blue sky looked, above,
Full of pleasantness and beauty,
Full of purity and love,—
