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Page 51
From off the wall the peasant moves
His steel sword blue;
Its edge his practiced finger proves,
It biteth true.
The boys admire in pleased surprise
The gleaming blue:
To lift the sword one vainly tries,
It needeth two.
The daughter scours the helmet clean,
Bright shall it be.
And blushes, in its silvery sheen
Her face to see.
At last he takes his shield so round.
A sun in blood;
"Hail! iron man, so strong and sound,
Thou peasant good!
Renown and power which nations wield
From thee they draw,
In war thou art thy country's shield,
In peace its law."
The assembly met, while sounding high
Were arms and shields,
In open thing, 'neath heaven's sky,
In fair green fields.
Upon the thing-stone Fridthjof stands,
And with him there
A little one with shining bands
Of golden hair.
Then rose the cry on every hand:
"Too small indeed
The king's son is to rule our land,
Our wars to lead."
But Fridthjof on his shield raised up
The little boy:
"Ye Norsemen, here behold your hope,
Your king, your joy.
"High Odin's race embodied here
In image see,
As much at home 'mid shield and spear,
As fish in sea.
"I swear my lance and sword to set
Round land and throne,
And with the father's coronet
To crown the son.
"The oath I make to Balder's son*
Of high renown,
And if I fail, may he not shun
To strike me down."
*Forsete
The boy sat on the shield so high
As 'twere a throne~
Undaunted as the eaglet's eye
Looks toward the sun.
At last impatient grew his blood,
And to the ground,
The child leaped down and fearless stood ;--
A kingly bound!
Then rose the cry from all the thing:
"We of the North,
We choose but thee, be like king Ring,
Thou shield-borne youth.
"And Fridthjof shall a guardian be,
Thy youth to guide;
His mother, earl, we give to thee,
To be thy bride."
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