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(1914) Author: Esaias Tegnér Translator: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, William Lewery Blackley
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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 172

"Smoke ne’er shall I see
Ever rising again
Forth from the North. Man is only a slave
To what Nomas decree;
The wave-tossing main
Henceforth is my fatherland, shall be my grave.

"Thy bride to the strand,
O Ring, shun to take,
Above all, when the starlight illumines the sky;
For, perchance, on the sand,
By ocean cast back,
The corse of the wandering Viking may lie."

Then quoth the King:
"’Tis bitter to hear
A man thus lament, like a sorrowing maid;
Full long doth Fate sing
Her dirge in my ear;
What matters it? All that is mortal must fade.

"Noma’s decreeing,
However it fall,
Strive we, or grieve we, we cannot withstand.
To thee leave I my Queen,
And my power, and all,
So thou guard for my young heir his ancestors’ land.

"To many friends spake I
Full oft in the hall,
And golden peace ever loved truly and well;

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