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182 FRITHIOF’S SAGA
I have no place on
Thy well-loved earth;
From thee forever
My sail must swell;
Thou nurse of valor,
Farewell, farewell.
"Farewell, thou brightest
Valhalla-throne;
Thou, gloom that lightest,
Midsummer sun!
Thou sky, unclouded,
Where heroes dwell,
Where bright stars wander,
Farewell, farewell.
"Ye mighty cliffs,
Famed evermore,
Rune-written temples
Of terrible Thor:
Each azure sea,
That I’ve known so well,
Each isle and bay,
Farewell, farewell.
" Farewell, ye graves
By the ocean’s foam,
Where the linden-tree waves
Down its snowy bloom,
(But Saga judgeth,
And judgeth well
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