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closed; with pausing dread And sorrow I drew nigh the silent bed; Thy look was calm--thy heart was cold and still, As if the world had never used it ill; Methought the last faint smile, with traces weak, Still seemed to linger on thy faded cheek. 30 Poor Mary! though most beauteous in thy face, Ere sorrow touched it, beamed each lovely grace; Yet, oh! thy living features never wore A look so sweet, so eloquent before, As this, which bids all human passions cease, And tells my pitying heart you died in peace! HYMN TO WODEN. God of the battle, hear our prayer! By the lifted falchion's glare; By the uncouth fane sublime, Marked with many a Runic rhyme; By the "weird sisters"[65] dread, That, posting through the battle red, Choose the slain, and with them go To Valhalla's halls below, Where the phantom-chiefs prolong Their echoing feast, a giant throng, 10 And their dreadful beverage drain From the skulls of warriors slain: God of the battle, hear our prayer; And may we thy banquet share! Save us, god, from slow disease; From pains that the brave spirit freeze; From the burning fever's rage; From wailings of unhonoured age, Drawing painful his last breath; Give us in the battle death! 20 Let us lift our glittering shield, And perish, perish in the field! Now o'er Cumri's hills of snow To death, or victory, we go; Hark! the chiefs their cars prepare; See! they bind their yellow hair; Frenzy flashes from their eye, They fly--our foes before them fly! Woden, in thy empire drear, Thou the groans of death dost hear, 30 And welcome to thy dusky hall Those that for their country fall! Hail, all hail the godlike train, That with thee the goblet drain; Or with many a huge compeer, Lift, as erst, the shadowy spear! Whilst Hela's inmost caverns dread Echo to their giant tread, And ten thousand thousand shields Flash lightning o'er the glimmering fields! 40 Hark! the battle-shouts begin-- Louder sounds the glorious din: Louder than the ice's roar, Bursting on the thawing shore; Or crashing pines that strew the plain, When the whirlwinds
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