The Sea-King A metrical romance, in six cantos. With notes, historical and illustrative. By J. Stanyan Bigg |
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THE SONG. |
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THE SONG.
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“Sing, brethren sing!
While these caverns resound,
Let their dark arches ring,
Let their echoes rebound,
With the praises of him who hath freed us from pain,
Who hath ended the dire demon's terrible reign.
While these caverns resound,
Let their dark arches ring,
Let their echoes rebound,
With the praises of him who hath freed us from pain,
Who hath ended the dire demon's terrible reign.
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We held our spirit in our hand,
A blazing torch, an ardent flame;—
And we were harshly doomed to stand
Until the great deliverer came.
Oh! he hath come, and set us free
From torture and from misery.
A blazing torch, an ardent flame;—
And we were harshly doomed to stand
Until the great deliverer came.
Oh! he hath come, and set us free
From torture and from misery.
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And now Valhalla's joys invite,
The banquet is for us prepared,
We leave this land of utter night
Whose woes we have together shared.
We leave the earth, and mount above,
To realms of happiness and love.
The banquet is for us prepared,
We leave this land of utter night
Whose woes we have together shared.
We leave the earth, and mount above,
To realms of happiness and love.
Glad friends our swift approach await,
And now in numbers closely press;
And gather round the golden gate,
To welcome us to happiness.
Oh! praise to him who set us free,
Who gave us life and liberty!
And now in numbers closely press;
And gather round the golden gate,
To welcome us to happiness.
Oh! praise to him who set us free,
Who gave us life and liberty!
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XLII.
Troubles!—torture not his soul,—
Care, and grief give place to rest,
Sweet sensations ever roll
Through his calm, contented breast.
May he never, never know,
Present grief, or future woe.
Care, and grief give place to rest,
Sweet sensations ever roll
Through his calm, contented breast.
May he never, never know,
Present grief, or future woe.
Oh! may that strong, that vigorous arm
That freed us from the powers of night,
Be still effectual as a charm,
And struggle ever for the right.
May vigour gird his mighty frame,
And honor shrine his glorious name.
That freed us from the powers of night,
Be still effectual as a charm,
And struggle ever for the right.
May vigour gird his mighty frame,
And honor shrine his glorious name.
XLIII.
May he have a peaceful mind
Lodged within a peaceful breast;
And may his friends prove ever kind,
Light his toil, and sweet his rest:
Mighty in war, in peace at ease,
A tongue to win, a form to please.
Lodged within a peaceful breast;
And may his friends prove ever kind,
Light his toil, and sweet his rest:
Mighty in war, in peace at ease,
A tongue to win, a form to please.
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Thus may our brave deliverer prove
Each blessing of a generous heart;
And while he tastes the sweets of love
Oh! may he never prove its smart,—
May he know harm and evil never,
But joy in life, and bliss forever.
Each blessing of a generous heart;
And while he tastes the sweets of love
Oh! may he never prove its smart,—
May he know harm and evil never,
But joy in life, and bliss forever.
Sing, brethren sing,
While these caverns resound,
Let their dark arches ring,
Let their echoes rebound,
With the praises of him who hath freed us from pain,
Who hath ended the dire demon's terrible reign!”
While these caverns resound,
Let their dark arches ring,
Let their echoes rebound,
With the praises of him who hath freed us from pain,
Who hath ended the dire demon's terrible reign!”
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