From the poem suite "Ett folk", first published in Svenska Dagbladet on 22 September 1899; later included in the collection New poems from 1915.
Sweden, Sweden, Sweden, fatherland,
our longing settlement, our home on earth!
Now play the scales, where armies are lit by fire,
and deeds became fairy tales, but hand in hand
swear than thy people as formerly the old orders of allegiance.
Fall, Christmas snow, and rush, deep mo!
Burn, eastern star, through the June night!
Sweden, mother! Be our battle, our peace,
you land, where our children once lived
and our fathers sleep under the church roof.
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