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l for Hiisi's caldron, And will boil the blood within it All the blood that forth has issued, So that not a drop escapes me, That the red blood flows no longer, 390 Nor the blood to earth drops downward, And the blood no more may issue. "But if manly strength has failed me, Nor is Ukko's son a hero, Who can stop this inundation, Stem the swift arterial torrent, Thou our Father in the heavens, Jumala, the clouds who rulest, Thou hast manly strength sufficient, Thou thyself the mighty hero, 400 Who shall close the blood's wide gateway, And shall stem the blood escaping. "Ukko, O thou great Creator, Jumala, aloft in heaven, Hither come where thou art needed, Hither come where we implore thee, Press thy mighty hands upon it, Press thy mighty thumbs upon it, And the painful wound close firmly, And the door whence comes the evil, 410 Spread the tender leaves upon it, Leaves of golden water-lily, Thus to close the path of bleeding, And to stem the rushing torrent, That upon my beard it spirts not, Nor upon my rags may trickle." Thus he closed the bleeding opening, Stemming thus the bloody torrent, Sent his son into the smithy, To prepare a healing ointment 420 From the blades of magic grasses, From the thousand-headed yarrow, And from dripping mountain-honey, Falling down in drops of sweetness. Then the boy went to the smithy, To prepare the healing ointment, On the way he passed an oak-tree, And he stopped and asked the oak-tree, "Have you honey on your branches? And beneath your bark sweet honey?" 430 And the oak-tree gave him answer, "Yesterday, throughout the evening, Dripped the honey on my branches, On my summit splashed the honey, From the clouds dropped down the honey, From the scattered clouds distilling." Then he took the slender oak-twigs, From the tree the broken fragments, Took the best among the grasses, Gathered many kinds of herbage, 440 Herbs one sees not in this country; Such were mostly what he gathered. Then he placed them o'er the furnace, And the mixture brought to boiling; Both the bark from off the oak-tree, And the finest of the grasses. Thus the po
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