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APPEXniX TO THE BARDS. Ixxxi
ANGANTYR.
daughter Hervor, versed in spells
The dead to summon from the tomb !
"Whj' dost thou wake us with thy yells ?
"W'hy madly rush upon thy doom ?
No longer reason can be thine ;
Thou dost through desp'rate frenzy rave :
None but a maniac could design
To rouse dead mortals from the grave !
Not rites funereal I obtain' d,
Nor fire nor friend me laid to rest :
Two me surviv'd, w^ho Tirfing gain'd ;
By one of these 'tis now possest.
HERVOR.
Alas, Angantyr, cruel fire !
Thee in the tomb may Odin hide,
As thou art now become a liar,
For Tirfing^ s buried at thy side.
Thy only child, my father, see !
A brave inheritance on her
"Who here import' nate sues to thee,
Art thou reluctant to confer ?
AXGANTYR.
Mark, Hervor ! then, what doom ensues ;
This Tirfing will thy race destroy :
A son thou' It have, who'll Tirfing use ;
The name of Heidric he'll enjoy.
HERVOR.
1 such enchantments will contrive,
The dead at rest shall never be ;