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CHAPTER III

[Songs extracted from the prose narrative.]


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[“What joy since that day can I get]

[Onund.]
“What joy since that day can I get
When shield-fire's thunder last I met;
Ah, too soon clutch the claws of ill;
For that axe-edge shall grieve me still.
In eyes of fighting man and thane,
My strength and manhood are but vain,
This is the thing that makes me grow
A joyless man; is it enow?”