John E. Olson’s Poem

Voyage from Sweden

Written by John E. Olson (1841-1929)

We traveled from our homeland
in the Lord’s guiding hands
fortunate
free from danger
to New Sweden where we live.
We praise the Lord’s abundant love
that we remain, body and soul
lovingly preserved.

Here and there upon this earth
we meet our daily trials and toil
but lighter here than on old soil
its still a vale of tears.
This isn’t yet our proper home
without a rest we still must roam
with praise and thanks to God our father
for the eternal kingdom he holds for us.

Yes, many friends were parted
back home with sorrow and tears
With God we’ll reunite
and never more be separated.
There will be a glorious choir
that will never part, as here
that will sing in perfect harmony
with praise to Jesus, dear.

A copy of the above poem was given to Anders Tidstrom of Sweden by Katarina Hanson (1881-1972) in 1970 when he visited New Sweden, Maine. In early 2009 the poem was emailed in Swedish back to Maine and translated by Paul Carlson.

John E. Olson (1841-1929) was an early settler in New Sweden, immigrating in 1871. He was a farmer and violin maker, producing at least one double violin. He and his wife Hannah (1841-1926) had several children, including Victoria (1886-1924), Amanda (1877-1922), and Mathilda (1873-1953) who married Oren Anderson. Mathilda Olson Anderson’s son was Clifford Anderson (1899-1953) who married Dagmar Espling in 1931.

John and Hannah Olson are buried at Capitol Hill Cemetery in New Sweden, Maine.

John E. and Hannah Olson stone at New Sweden, ME

John E. and Hannah Olson stone at New Sweden, ME

The above English translation of the poem is followed below by the original Swedish version.

Old Sweden

Old Sweden

Öfverresa från Sverige

af John E, Olson

Wi reste från vårt fosterland
I genom Herrens styrda hand
Ja, lyckligt öfver att ej vi
I någon fara komma i,
Till nya Sverge där wi bor
Wi prisa Herrans kärlek stor,
Att ännu vi till kropp och själ
äro bevarade jemväl

Me här som där på jorden är
fins möda strider och besvär
fast mycket bättre här än där
men jemrens dal det åndå är
Och är ej här vi skola bo
Och för Guds barn fins ingen ro,
men pris och tack vår Gud och far
Ett evigt rike för oss har

Ja, många vänner skildes åt,
I fosterland med sorg och gråt,
Hos Gud vi all träffas få,
och aldrig mer vi skiljas då,
en härlig sångkör bliver där,
som aldrig skiljas såsom här,
Wi skola på fullkomligt vis
En gång få sjunga Jesu pris

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