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179 FRITHIOF’S SAGA
This Valhall’s son
Doth long to rise
To native skies;
And, kin to the gods,
Seeketh Odin’s abode."
Scarce was this said,
When Helge’s fleet,
By unseen power,
Sank lower and lower;
Still sinking on,
Till settled down
Midst Rana’s dead.
Swimming, in dread,
Doth Helge reach
Alone the beach.
Bjorn, loud laughed he,
And quoth merrily:
"Thou of Odin’s blood,
My craft was good;
When none was nigh,
Thy ships bored I
Last night with speed,
A worthy deed!
May Rana keep
Them in the deep,
As is her wont:
I but lament
That from the wave
Thou shouldst be safe."
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