PR. In Hoder's hand the Heroe's doom: His Brother fends him to the tomb. Now my weary lips I close : Leave me, leave me to repose. O. Prophetess, my spell obey, Once again arise, and say, Who th' Avenger of his guilt, By whom fhall Hoder's blood be spilt. PR. In the caverns of the west, Nor fee the fun's departing beam; Till he on Hoder's corfe fhall smile, Flaming on the fun'ral pile. F 105 Now Now my weary lips I clofe: Leave me, leave me to repofe. O. Yet a while my call obey. Prophetess, awake, and say, What Virgins thefe, in fpeechlefs woe, That bend to earth their folemn brow, That their flaxen treffes tear, And fnowy veils, that float in air. Tell me, whence their forrows rofe: Then I leave thee to repofe. PR. Ha! no Traveller art thou, King of Men, I know thee now, O. No boding Maid of skill divine Art thou, nor Prophetess of good! But Mother of the giant-brood! PR. PR. Hie thee hence, and boaft at home, That never shall Enquirer come To break my iron-fleep again : * Till Lok has burft his tenfold chain. Never, till fubstantial Night Has reaffum'd her ancient right; Till wrapp'd in flames, in ruin hurl'd, THE * 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 stars, and fun, fhall difappear; the earth fink in the feas, and fire confume the skies: even Odin himfelf and his kindred deities fhall perish. For a farther explanation of this mythology, fee Mallet's Introduction to the Hiftory of Denmark, 1755, Quarto. Fa |