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Page 16
"Well done, Angervadil. lie still and dream
Of high achievements,-- meanwhile the gleam
Of rune-fires paling!
And now we'll go home o'er the blue waters sailing."
V.
King Ring.
King Ring moved his gold-stool back. Then uprose
Champion and dreamer;--
For where in the North does such goodness repose?
His word o'erflows
With the wisdom which dwells in god Mimer.
Like the groves of the peaceful gods was his land,--
War's sable pinion
Cast not a shadow where on every hand
Flowers expand
Through the length of his quiet dominion.
Here Justice alone on the judgment-seat
With Right presided;
And Peace every year paid its tribute meet,--
While golden wheat
With plenty the harvest provided.
And swarthy-prowed ships to this favored shore,
With snowy pinions
The products of numberless nations bore,--
A varied store
Of riches for fortune's rich minions.
Here freedom and peace did in concord dwell,
Kindly united;
And all loved their father, the king, full well,
For each might tell
His mind in the thing,* none were slighted.
*See glossary.
Supreme in the Northland through thirty years
His reign extended;
Contented each went to his daily cares;
At evening prayers
The king's name in blessings ascended.
King Ring moved his gold-stool back. From the board
All there assembled
Arose to attend on the royal word,--
Renowned where heard:
But he sighed, and in accents that trembled,
He said: "My lost queen is in Folkvang-hall
On purple seated;
But here on her grave is a grassy pall,
While breathe o'er all
The flowers with sweet odor freighted.
"So queenly, so honored, so good and so fair,
There's not another.
Immortal she dwelleth in Valhal's care,
But the people's prayer,
The children's desire, is a mother.
"King Bele oft sat as a guest at my side
When winter ended;
The daughter he left I would choose for my bride,--
Her father's pride,
In whose cheeks rose and lily are blended.
"I know she is young, and in youth sublime.
Would gather flowers;
My flower is past and my early prime;
My locks has Time
Besprinkled with snowy showers.
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