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(1914) Author: Esaias Tegnér Translator: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, William Lewery Blackley
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j FRITHIOF’S SAGA 194

With stones thou canst not please the god; with peace
alone,

On earth below, and heaven above, forgiveness dwells.
Be reconciled to thy foe and to thyself,
And so shalt thou be reconciled to Balder bright.
’T is said a Balder southward dwelt, the Virgin’s son,
Allfather sent him forth to make the purport known
Of writings dark till now upon the shield of Fate.
His rallying-cry was Peace, and Love his shining sword,
And Innocence sat, dove-like, on his silver helm.
He lived the holy life he taught; forgiving, died;
And, far away,’ neath spreading palms, his grave is made.
They say, his teaching spreadeth on from vale to vale,
And melteth hardened hearts, and layeth hand in hand,
Erecting strifeless empires on the peaceful earth.
I know not well the lore he taught, and yet, methinks,
At times, in better hours, its thoughts have come to me;
At times such thoughts fill all men’s hearts as well as mine.
The day will come, I know, when he shall gently wave
His snowy, dove-like pinions o’er the northern hills.
But, ere that day, the North shall pass from us away,
And oak-trees murmur over our forgotten graves.
Oh! generations blessed, privileged to quaff
The beaming cup of new-born light, I bid ye hail.
Rejoice! rejoice! when it shall drive each cloud away,
That hung its misty veil before the sun of life;
Yet shun to scorn our race, which, ever constant, sought
With unaverted gaze its heavenly beams to view:
Allfather, though but one, hath many messengers.

" Thou hatest Bele’s sons. And wherefore hatest thou ?
Because with thee, a yeoman’s son, they did not will

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