Finland spilleplade

Our country, Finland, the land of our birth, ring, dear word, ring! No valley, no hill, no water, no shore dearer than where the moth of the North created our father's mounds of gold! And here, here is this land, our eyes can see it; we can stretch out our hand and point to the water, to the shore, and say, "Behold, there it is, the land of our dear father!