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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 213
As Mimer’s bright billows,—
Deep, too, as they.
"Peaceful Forsete,
Feud-reconciling,
Ruleth by Urda’s
Aye-heaving wave.
So on the Ting-stone
Sat the wise monarch,
Appeasing the rage of
Avengers of blood.
"Ne’er was he niggardly:
Round him he scattered
(From Dragon’s bed gathered)
The daylight of dwarfs.
Gifts sped forth gladly
From hand ever open;
And comfort for grief
From his lips ever fell.
"Welcome! thou wise one,
Heir of Valhalla!
Long in the Northland
Liveth thy fame.
Brage, with greeting,
Draineth the mead-horn
To thee, the Nome’s herald
Of peace from the North!"
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