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Till April starts, and calls around
The hues of bliss more brightly glow
See the wretch that long has tossed
On the thorny bed of pain
And breathe and walk again:
To him are opening Paradise. 17547
Ere the ruddy sun be set,
Pikes must shiver, javelins sing, Blade with clattering buckler meet,
Hauberk crash, and helmet ring.
(Weave the crimson web of war!)
Let us go, and let us fly
Where they triumph, where they die.
As the paths of Fate we tread,
Wading through th' ensanguined field, Gondula and Geira, spread
O'er the youthful king your shield.
Mortal, thou that hear'st the tale,
Learn the tenor of our song.
Far and wide the notes prolong.
Sisters, hence with spurs of speed;
Each her thundering falchion wield;
Hurry, hurry to the field! 1761.
THE DESCENT OF ODIN
Prophetess. What call unknown, what charms, pre
35 That calls me from the bed of rest?
Odin. A traveller, to thee unknown,
Prophetess. Mantling in the goblet see
Prophetess. In Hoder's hand the hero's doom; 55 His brother sends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close: Leave me, leave me to repose !
Odin. Prophetess, my spell obey: Once again arise, and say
60 Who th' avenger of his guilt, By whom shall Hoder's blood be spilt?
Prophetess. In the caverns of the west,