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Thou the deeds of light fhalt know;
For whom yon glitt'ring board is spread,
PR. Mantling in the goblet fee
O. Once again my call obey.
What dangers Odin's Child await,
PR. In Hoder's hand the Heroe's doom:
His Brother fends him to the tomb.
O. Prophetess, my spell obey,
PR. In the caverns of the west,
Flaming on the fun'ral pile.
Now my weary lips I clofe:
O. Yet a while my call obey,
That their flaxen treffes tear,
And fnowy veils, that float in air.
'Tell me, whence their forrows rose : Then I leave thee to repose.
PR. Ha! no Traveller art thou, King of Men, I know thee now, Mightieft of a mighty line
O. No boding Maid of skill divine Art thou, nor Prophetess of good! But Mother of the giant-brood!
PR. Hie thee hence, and boaft at home,
That never shall Enquirer come
Till Lok has burft his tenfold chain.
Has reaffum'd her ancient right;
Till wrapp'd in flames, in ruin hurl'd,
Lok is the evil Being, who continues in chains till the Twilight of the Gods approaches, when he fhall break his bonds; the human race, the ftars, and fun, fhall difappear; the earth fink in the feas, and fire confume the fkies: even Odin himfelf and his kindred deities fhall perish. For a farther explanation of this mythology, fee Mallet's Introduction to the Hif tory of Denmark, 1755, Quarto.