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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 222
And scarce is wond’ring Frithiof conscious grown,
From glad amaze, ere all again is flown.
"Oh! I have comprehended, maidens fair!
My father, thou hast shown a sign of good:
The ruined temple I again shall rear,
Superb upon the rock where once it stood.
Oh! happy thus, no longer to despair,
Of peaceful deeds atoning insult rude.
Again in hope the outcast wretch may live,
Since Balder bright doth pardon and forgive.
"I hail you, stars, as gently ye arise!
Your silent course again with joy I see.
Hail, northern lights, around the arching skies!
A temple’s flames full oft ye’ve seemed to me;
Grow green, dear grave, again; again arise
Forth from the waves, thou wondrous melody!
Here, slumbering on my shield, I’ll dream in peace,
Of man forgiven, and immortal’s grace."
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