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 Well was it seen that Hakon still

Had saved the temples from all ill;

For the whole council of the gods

Welcomed the king to their abodes.

Happy the day when men are horn

Like Hakon, who all base things scorn,—

Win from the brave an honoured name,

And die amidst an endless fame.

Sooner shall Fenri's wolf devour

The race of man from shore to shore,

Than such a grace to kingly crown

As gallant Hakon want renown.

Life, land, friends, riches, all will fly,

And we in slavery shall sigh.

But Hakon in the blessed abodes

For ever lives with the bright gods."