Tonerna (The Tunes)
Thoughts is their travail the long night through,
Music, for peace, they turn to you.
Heart that is wearied by din of the day that has passed,
Finds in you, music, its refuge at last.

Vals i Valparaiso (Waltz in Valparaiso)
Sea! Under bending palms I saw
How wave upon wave
Surging against Chile’s rocky beaches
Came rolling in.

Oh! The roaring when a gleaming surge
Found me and embraced me!
Oh, when the dolphin dove among the coral
And a wine-red dress was mine!

Then was sung there in Valparaiso a sweet little song
Rosita! Chilenita!
In the sea, in the quiet sea stands the shark ready to leap.
Rosita! Chilenita!

The Condor on the Cordill grim. Ya-ha.
And the snakes begin to rattle in Ta-ra-pa-ca!

And seven happy seamen rounded the Horn today,
And all want Rosita!

Oh, when I began to recognize my land
From the mountain, to seashore, and with my hand
On the globe followed the boundaries
From Peru to Cape Horn!

On, when I found I was only a guest
Among the small red Indians which my forefathers,
Soldier and clergyman alike
Subdued with gunpowder and turret.

Våren kom en Valborgsnatt (Spring Came One Walpurgis Night)
Spring came one Walpurgis Night,
Stealthily through the forest,
With a drop of thaw and with buds
Of sallow wreathed in the hair.
In between tatters of snow,
The ground was ready for grass and
Anaemones to grow in her glittering footprints.
Everything waited silently for the glow
Of a new day on the eastern rim
Then came the stream and sane her merry songs.
“I’ll break her!” the north wind roared.
“So often she has troubled me. Let her be gone!”
But through cheerful, green archways came laughter,
The babbling of water – at the lukewarm
Sight of the south wind
And the murmur of the trees in the morning.