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LAYS OF MANY LANDS.



Then a stillness on his spirit fell,
    Before th' unearthly train.
For he knew Valhalla's daughters well,
    The choosers of the slain!
        And a sudden rising breeze
        Bore across the moaning seas
    To his ear their thrilling strain:

"There are songs in Odin's Hall,
For the brave, ere night to fall!
Doth the great sun hide his ray?—
He must bring a wrathful day!
Sleeps the falchion in its sheath?—
Swords must do the work of death!
Regner!—sea-king!—thee we call!—
There is joy in Odin's Hall.

"At the feast and in the song,
Thou shalt be remember'd long!
By the green isles of the flood
Thou hast left thy track in blood!
On the earth and on the sea,
There are those will speak of thee!
'Tis enough—the war-gods call—
There is mead in Odin's Hall!

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