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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 166
Then Frithiof took his mantle oiF, and spread it out
beneath the trees,
And trustfully the old King laid his head upon the young
man’s knees,
Slept soundly, as upon his shield a warrior after war’s
alarms,
And softly as an infant sleeps within its mother’s loving
arms.
As he slumbers, hark! there sings a coal-black bird from
off a bough:
" Haste thee, Frithiof, slay the Greybeard, end thy sorrows
at a blow;
Take the Queen, she’s thine, since once to thee betrothal’s
kiss she gave;
Here no mortal eye beholds thee; deep and silent is the
grave."
Frithiof listens,—hark! now sings a snow-white bird from
off a bough:
"Though no mortal eye behold thee, Odin’s eye can see
thee now:
Coward! would’st thou murder sleep ? Shall helpless age
by thee be slain?
Such deed, whate’er to thee it bring, can never peace or
honor gain."
So the birds sang, both in turn, but Frithiof took his
bat-tle-blade,
Shuddering he flung it from him, far into the gloomy
shade;
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