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LAYS OF MANY LANDS.
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"Regner! tell thy fair-hair'd bride
She must slumber at thy side!
Tell the brother of thy breast
Ev'n for him thy grave hath rest!
Tell the raven-steed which bore thee,
When the wild wolf fled before thee,
He too with his lord must fall—
There is room in Odin's Hall!

"Lo! the mighty sun looks forth—
Arm! thou leader of the north!
Lo! the mists of twilight fly—
We must vanish, thou must die!
By the sword and by the spear,
By the hand that knows not fear,
Sea-king! nobly shalt thou fall!—
There is joy in Odin's Hall!"


There was arming heard on land and wave,
    When afar the sunlight spread,
And the phantom forms of the tide-worn cave
    With the mists of morning fled.
        But at eve, the kingly hand
        Of the battle-axe and brand,
    Lay cold on a pile of dead!

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