On painful foray 'mong the heathen Fins, Scaling each mountain wall. In Finland's borders, The temple visited should Jumala view! This Helge heard, and in his blind fierce rage, The pathless wilds trod 'gainst this deity So hated from of old, all bent on razing The temple's heathen walls. But when he'd marched Grim Helge then, the door-posts griping hard, With rude uncivil strain the moldering pillars Fierce shook, and straightway — with tremendous crash His eyes behold. A messenger in haste These tidings brought ere yet last night was ended. "Now, only Halfdan sits on Bele's chair. Thy hand, brave Frithiof, offer him! Revenge This Balder's shrine demandeth; -I demand, too, As Balder's highest priest, in token meet Over the copper threshold Halfdan now, And fearful fitful glance, advanceth slow Then Frithiof, with quick hands, The corslet-hater, Angurvadel, from his thigh He thus accosts, with pleasant dignity:- Offers in pledge of peaceful brotherhood!" Then Halfdan, deeply blushing, doffs with haste His iron gauntlet, and with hearty grasp embraced — Each long, long severed hand Its friend-foe hails, steadfast as mountain-bases stand! That aged and awful priest then glad removeth Fill quick with tears, And to her brother's heart she trembling sinketh; He, with his sister's fears Deep-moved, her hand all tenderly in Frithiof's linketh, Its long-tried faith fit place for Ing'borg's rest. Then, to her heart's first, best beloved, her childhood's friend, In nuptial band She gives her lily hand, As before pardoning Balder's altar both low bend! |