Again a hymn was sung, and Edward Grieg then said with emotion:—

Because more than any other thou wast the glory of our land,

because more than any other thou hast carried our people with thee

up towards the bright heights of art, because thou wast more than

any other a pioneer of our young national music, more, much more,

than any other the faithful, warm–hearted conqueror of all hearts,

because thou hast planted a seed which shall spring up in the

future and for which coming generations shall bless thee—with the

gratitude of thousands upon thousands, for all this, in the name

of our Norse memorial art, I lay this laurel wreath on thy coffin.

Peace be with thy ashes!

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