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The Original, but in a mutilated state, is inserted in Bartholin.
Caus. Contemt. Mort. Here again, as also for the translations of “ the Water King,” and of the “ Erl-King's Daughter," I must express my obligations to Mr. Herder's Collection.
GAUNDUL and Skogul came from Thor,
To choose a king from out the war,
Who to Valhalla’s joys should speed,
And drink with Odin beer and mead.
Of Ingwa’s race the king renown'd,
Biarner's brother, foon they found,
As arm'd with helmet, sword and shield,
With eager step he fought the field,
Where clashing glaives and dying cries
Already told the combat's fize.
With mighty voice he bids appear
Haleyger brave, and Halmygeer,
Then forth to urge the fight he goes,
The hope of friends, the fear of foes.
The Norman host foon round him swarms,
And Jutland's monarch stands in arms.
Firmly is grasp?d by Hacho bold,
The millstone-splitters hilt of gold,
Whose blows give death on every side,
And, as 'twere water, brass divide;
A cloud of javelins veils the sky;
The crashing ihields in splinters fly;
And on the casques of warriors brave
Refounds the stroke of many a glaive.
Now Tyr's and Bauga's weapons brown
Break on the Norman monarch's crown ;
Now hotter, fiercer grows the fight,
Low links the pride of many a knight;
And, dyed in Naughter's crimson hue,
Torrents of gore their shields bedew;
From meeting weapons lightning gleams;
From gaping wounds the life-blood itreans:
With falling corses groans the land,
And purple waves lash Storda's fand.
The warring heroes now confound
Buckler with buckler, wound with wound:
As eager as were battle sport,
Renown they seek, and death they court;
Till, never more to rise, they fall
In myriads; while, to Odin's hall,
The dæmon of the tempest brings
A blood stream on his fable wings.
Apart the hostile chiefs were placed,
Broken their swords, their helms unlaced
Yet neither thought his fate would be,
The hall of Odin foon to fee.
“ Great is the feast of gods to-day,”. Propp'd on her sword, did Gaundul say, “ Since to their table they invite “ Hacho, and all his chiefs from flight !".
The fated monarch hears too plain,
How speaks the chooser of the slain;
Too plain beholds his startled eye,
On their black courfers mounted high
The immortal maids, who near him ftand,
Each propp'd on her refiftless brand.
- Goddess of Combat!” Hacho cries,
“ Thus dost thou give the battle's prize?
" And do then victory's gods deny
56 To view my arms with friendly eye?"-
“ Chide not !” fierce Skogul thus replied,
* For conquest ftill shall grace thy fide;
“ Thou shalt prevail, the foe shall yield,
“And thine remain the bloody field.”-
She said, and urged her coal-black steed
Swift to the hall of gods to speed ;
And there to Odin's heroes tell
A king drew near with them to dwell,
“ Hither," thus Odin spoke, “ Let Hermoder and Braga bring; 56 A monarch comes, an hero guest, " Who well deserves with me to rest.”
Said Hacho, while his streaming blood
Pour'd down his limbs its crimfon flood,
--" God Odin's eyes, my brethren bold,
“ Our arms with hostile glance behold !"-
Then Braga fpoke.“ Brave monarch, know, “ Thou to Valhalla’s joys thait go,
“ There to drink mead in skulls of foes,
" And at the feast of gods repose :
“ To greet thee at the magic gate,
“ E’en now eight hero-brothers wait,
“ With joyful eyes thy coming see,
“ And wish, thou foe of kings, for thee."
-" Yet be my sword,” the king replied,
« Once more in Norman slaughter dyed;
- Let me, as heroes should, expire,
" And fall in fight, as fell my fire :
“ So shall my glory live, and fame
“ Shall long remember Hacho's name.”-
He ceases, and to combat files:
He fights, he conquers, and he dies ;
But foon he finds what joys attend,
Who dare in fight their days to end :
Soon as he gains Valhalla's gate,
Eight heroes there to greet him wait;
The gods a friend the monarch call,
And welcome him to Odin's hall.
Who in Valhalla thus shall be
Loved and revered, oh! bless’d is he;
His conquest and his fame shall long
Reinember'd be, and live in song.