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FRITHIOF’S SAGA 107
Much spake the King of Frithiofs valor good,
His hero-might excelling royal blood;
And Thorsten much of future fame to crown
The Asa sons, who should the Northland own.
" And if ye hold together, ye mighty three,
Your conqueror the Northland ne’er shall see:
For might, by lofty station firmly held,
Is like the steel rim round a golden shield.
"And my dear daughter, tender rose-bud, greet,
In tranquil silence bred, as most is meet;
Defend her; let the storm-wind ne’er have power
To plant upon his crest my late-born flower.
"Helge! on thee I lay a father’s care;
Guard, like a daughter dear, my Ingborg fair;
Force breaks a noble soul, but mildness leads
Both man and maid to good and noble deeds.
"Now, children, lay us in two lofty graves
Down by the sea-shore, near the deep blue waves:
Their sounds shall to our souls be music sweet,
Singing our dirge as on the strand they beat.
"When round the hills the pale moonlight is thrown
And midnight dews fall on the Bauta-stone,
We ’11 sit, O Thorsten, in our rounded graves,
And speak together o’er the gentle waves.
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