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FRITHIOF’S SAGA 51
And last in azure mantle came Frithiof tall,
By a full head in stature outmeasuring them all;
He stood between the brothers as glorious day
Stands between rosy dawning and twilight gray.
" My children," quoth the King, "my day doth wane;
Rule in fraternal peace, in union reign;
For union, like the ring upon the spear,
Makes strong what, wanting it, were worthless gear.
’’Let Vigor be your country’s sentinel,
And blooming Peace within securely dwell;
To shelter, not to harm, your weapons wield,
And let your subjects’ bulwark be your shield.
"An unwise ruler devastates his land;
All monarchs’ might in people’s strength must stand;
Soon the green splendor of the tree is fled,
If from the naked rock its roots be fed.
"Four pillars to uphold it Heaven doth own,
Kingdoms are based on one, on Law alone.
Danger is near where might can sway the Ting;
Right guards the land, and glorifies the King.
"Helge! in Disarsal the gods do dwell;
But not like snails, within a narrow shell.
Far as the day can shine, or echo sound,
Far as the thought can flee, the gods are found.
"Oft err the entrails of the offered hawk;
False, though deep-cut, is many a Runenbalk.
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