The Rune-stones will tell
On high-vaulted cairn what my race hath done well.
“With ease could I win me both empire and land;—
But rather I stay on my forefathers’ strand;
While arms I can wield—
Both poverty’s hut and king’s palace I’ll shield.
“On Belé’s round barrow we stand; each word
In the dark deeps beneath us he hears and has heard;
With Frithiof pleadeth
The old Chief in his cairn: think! your answer thought needeth.”