Aleksis Kivi

“Now dig my graveBeneath the bay willows' boughsAnd with blackness cover it over again,There for evermoreGo from my domain:I wish to slumber in peace.”

“Grove of Tuoni, grove of night!There thy bed of sand is light.Thither my baby I lead.Mirth and joy each long hour yieldsIn the Prince of Tuoni's fieldsTending the Tuonela cattle.Mirth and joy my babe will know,Lulled to sleep at evening glowBy the pale Tuonela maiden.Surely joy hours will hold,Lying in thy cot of gold,Hearing the nightjar singing.Grove of Tuoni, grove of peace!There all strife and passion cease.Distant the treacherous world.”

“To fall asleep in your embrace,Land of our dreams, what bliss,O you our cradle, you our grave,You the new hope we ever crave,Peninsula so beautiful,Finland for aye our all!”

“What is that land of hill and daleThat is so beautiful,The land aglow with summer days,Land with the northern lights ablaze,Whose beauty all the seasons share,What is that land so fair?There many thousand lakes are brightWith twinkling stars at nightThere many kanteles resoundAnd all around make hillsides singAnd on the golden heath firs ring:That is the Finnish land.”