Farewell, a long farewell till then!”
And with the word he turned away.
He took his sword, and king’s commands,
And through Czar Peter’s hundred lands
Resumed his swift and dangerous way,
Oft hid in woods the whole day through,
And guided in his paths by night
From heaven’s peerless signal light,—
The star of Northland, steadfast, true,
Or by those stars in heaven’s crown,