A mother’s loving welcome; unknown to me is my daughter:
I give to all my greeting who here with her have come across the water.”
[1576]
“This is your long-lost daughter,” by Irold she was told;
Hilda to her stepped nearer. Could ever wealth or gold
Outweigh the bliss that filled them, as each the other greeted,
And welcome gave with kisses? Now from their hearts had all their sorrow fleeted.
[1577]
To Irold and his kinsmen kind greeting Hilda said;
Then to the aged Wâ-te a lowly bow she made.