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FRITHIOF’S SAGA
With his sword in pieces cutting
The famous work of pigmies’ art
Shares he quickly, none forgetting,
Unto every man a part.
"Gold is good possession
When one goes a-wooing;
Let none go empty handed
Down to azure Ran.
Icy are her kisses,
Fickle her embraces;
But we ’11 charm the sea-bride
With our ruddy gold."
Fiercer than at first,
Again the storm attacks,
And the sails are burst,
And the rudder cracks.
O’er the ship half buried tearing,
Now the waves an entrance gain,
At the pumps the crew, despairing,
Fail to drive them forth again.
Frithiof now no longer doubteth
That he Death had got on board,
Still above the storm he shouteth,
Dauntless, with commanding word.
"Bjorn, come to the rudder,
Hold it tight as bear’s hug;
Valhall’s power sendeth
No such storm as this.
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