| lyric | Hark, what solemn chords are blending,
from the runic halls ascending!
That is Suomi’s song!
O’er the ice fields silent lying
see the long bright sunbeams dying!
That is Suomi’s song!
Hear the mighty trees roaming
hear the waters madly pouring!
that is Suomi’s song!
O’er the midnight heavens streaming
see the crim son northlights gleaming!
That is Suomi’s song! |