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THE SUMMER MARCH 69
The hills and the mighty forests
Gave answer.
Then rose the blithe voice of Torfinn,
Who set himself backward on his horse and
sang.
Sang, as with jest and laughter
They hailed him;
They might not for very laughter
Join in the song, and when anew he sang —
Even less were they able;
‘They shouted.
The echoes crackled around
In the hill-tops.
So they went toward the valley,
When the dark fell at last on that day of early
fall
Turned they aside, and gathered
On the lowland.
Mass here the whole army
Heard, while they in secret thanked
The Lord, who to their native soil
Restored them.
In their joy some broke from the fields
Spikes of grain.
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