My father’s gift! I hold thee still.
Spirits whom I have roused, farewell!
I feel the fires in which ye dwell
Burning around me. Here I cease.
Spirits, retire, and rest in peace![[75]]
[74]. For this translation we are indebted to a literary friend who furnished us with it many years ago.
[75]. Hervarar Saga, cap. vii.–xviii. pp. 57–221.
[76].
Profane not, youth—it is not thine
To judge the spirit of our line—