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[281] “Too dear the Ae;sir's favors
     Bought with our children's lives;
Better die than shame in living
     Our mothers and our wives.

“The full shall give his portion
     To him who hath most need;
Of curdled skyr and black bread,
     Be daily dole decreed.”

He broke from off his neck-chain
     Three links of beaten gold;
And each man, at his bidding,
     Brought gifts for young and old.

Then mothers nursed their children,
     And daughters fed their sires,
And Health sat down with Plenty
     Before the next Yule fires.

The Horg-stones stand in Rykdal;
     The Doom-ring still remains;
But the snows of a thousand winters
     Have washed away the stains.

Christ ruleth now; the Ae;sir
     Have found their twilight dim;
And, wiser than she dreamed, of old
     The Vala sang of Him!

1868.

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