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OPENING.

Thus Ælfred us
Eald-spell reahte,
Cyning West-sexna,
Cræft meldode, &c.

Thus to us did Alfred sing
A spell of old;
Song-craft the West-Saxon king
Did thus unfold:
Long and much he long'd to teach
His people then
These mixt-sayings of sweet speech,
The joys of men;
That no weariness forsooth,
As well it may,—
Drive away delight from truth,
But make it stay.

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So, he can but little seek
For his own pride:
A fytte of song I fitly speak,
And nought beside:
A folk-beknown and world-read thing
I have to say;
To all the best of men I sing,—
List, ye that may.

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A short metre, and one full of echoes, is that which is best fitted to the genius of Anglo-Saxon verse, so as to represent it fairly. The writer in the first instance wrote another version of this opening rhyme; but saw cause to reject it, as not being literal enough, and because for the metre's sake he was obliged to interpolate two lines. The reason why it is here below inserted is, (not by way of proof of extraordinary pains-taking, for the same sort of labour has occurred in other portions of this version, but) because it is considered by a learned friend as on the whole the best of the two. To the writer's mind, a sin against faithful rendering was fatal, and he prefers the more literal rhyme just already given to the reader. Here then is the rejected one:

Ælfred told to us
A tale of olden time;
The King of the West-Saxons thus
Shewed forth his skill in rhyme.
For long he longed to teach
His people pleasant things,
In mingled changes of sweet speech,
And many counsellings,—
The dear delight of men;
Lest weariness forsooth
Should drive away unfairly then
The selfsame word of truth.
He thereby little sought
For any selfish praise;
[But of these people only thought
To give them good always.]
I thus will speak and say
What all the folk shall read;
List ye that may, and like my lay,
Let all the good give heed.