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42 ARNLJOT GELLINE
“Follow thou me—in that course is salvation.
Thee will I own, thou Northland warrior!
Me hast thou worshipped, unwitting, whenever in
battle
Men to me thou hast sent.
‘« Here on the coasts of death storm-stricken,
Here can I show myself, here can speak to thee;
Give thyself to me, and thee on the horns of lightning
Will I raise to eternal life.
“The life of honor, o’er death triumphant,
Through the clammy fog a way sharp-cleaving,
Shining bright each day as the sunshine of the gods
On mankind and his grief.”
“Fair art thou, and thy speech consoling,
The coasts of death lie indeed before us,
Far more blissful to rise with thee to honor,
Than sink in the ice-cold sea.
«Where then lies it, that shining shore?
Who art thou, that can lead me thither?
Ne’er will I trust myself and faith to thy word,
See must I and understand.”
“Fight with me, and my name thou knowest!”’
Answered the other, erect uprising.
‘Exalted in death upon heaven’s warrior-shield,
All will be clear to thy sight.
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