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XXXVII. LATTERBARROW.
They set old Lathar dead upon the heightThat looks o'er Hiarn's spring to Sölva's How;
Between his knees they placed the spear and bow,
Fresh strung for battle, in the land of Night.
In lusty song the warriors told his might;
The little ones in whispers learned to know
How sometime from Valhalla's halls of snow
Would Lathar come to take again his right.
Strong in that faith the sorrowing clansmen went,
Hewed down the wood, set fences, sowed the seed,
Let light to Blelham's Tarn, would dare to bleed,
To that stern barrow's trust obedient.
O! for such voice from Olivet to cry,
“God claims the land He lent—The Christ is by!”
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