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FRITHIOF’S SAGA
Those fond ones who, with plighted vow,
In loving, his decrees fulfil.
He who true faith in heart doth bear,
And beaming sunshine on his brow,
Was e’er his love to Nanna dear
More pure, more warm, than ours is now ?
"There stands his image; he is near;
How softly gazing from above;
And I will offer to him here
A heart that glows with faithful love.
Kneel down with me, there cannot be
For Balder fairer sacrifice
Than faithful hearts, which lovingly
Unite in truth as firm as his.
"To heaven, more than earth, my love
Belongs, despise it, spurn it not;
For it was born in heaven above,
And longeth homeward to be brought.
Oh, would we were already sped;
Oh! would we could together die;
That I triumphantly might lead
My pallid Ingborg to the sky.
"Then, when to strife the warriors went,
Through silver portals as they ride,
I’d gaze on thee, a trusty friend,
And sit rejoicing by thy side.
When Valhall’s maidens passed around
The mead-horns, crowned with foam of gold,
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