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 Take her then, Gudmund, and make her your bride. Your union is holy; God's on your side.

Signë—my wife! See, the morning glow! 'Tis the morning of our young love. Rejoice!

All my fairest of dreams and of memories I owe To the strains of thy harp and the sound of thy voice. My noble minstrel, to joy or sadness Tune thou that harp as seems thee best; There are chords, believe me, within my breast To answer to thine, or of woe or of gladness.

Over earth keeps watch the eye of light, Guardeth lovingly the good man's ways, Sheddeth round him its consoling rays;— Praise be to the Lord in heaven's height!