be, but it thriveth not here where we ride.

"Is the White God enraged? Let him take up his sword,
I will fall if it thus is designed;
But he sits in the skies, and the thoughts he sends
down which forever are clouding my mind."

When the conflict came on, then his spirit arose like an
eagle refreshed for its flight;
And his brow it was clear, and his voice it rang high,--
like the thunderer first in the fight.

So from conquest to conquest unbroken he went, and
was safe o'er the high, foaming grave;

And he saw in the south many islands and rocks, till
he came to the calm Grecian wave.

When he saw the green groves that stand out from the
waves, and the temple before him uprose,
What he thought Freyja knows, and the poet knows too,
and the lover, he knows, ah! he knows!

"Here we ought to have dwelt, here's the island and
grove, here the fane as my father set forth.
It was here, it was here I invited my love, but the cruel
one staid in the North.

"Surely peace has its home in those blissful green dales,--
in the colonnades, memory's words;