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ODE III.

DIALOGUE

AT THE TOMB OF ARGANTYR.

By the Same.

HERVOR repairs to the Tomb of her father ARGANTYR, at the dead of

Night, and invokes his Spirit to deliver up the Magical Sword TRIFINGUS, which was buried with him.

HERVOR.
Thy daughter calls: Argantyr, break
The bonds of death ; she calls, awake:
Reach me forth the temper'd blade
Beneath thy dusty pillow laid,
Which once a scepter'd warrior bore,
Forg'd by dwarfs in years of yore.
Where are the sons of Angrim fled ?
Mingled with the valiant dead.
From under twisted roots of oak
Blasted by the thunder's stroke,
Arise, arise, ye men of blood,
Ye who prepar'd the Vulture's food;
Give me the sword and studded belt,
Armies whole their force have felt;
Or grant my pray’r, or mould'ring rot,
Your name your deeds alike forgot;

Argantyr, rouse thee from thy rest; 'Tis an only child's request.

ARGANTYR. Daughter, I hear the magic sound, That wakes the tenants of the ground: Why call'st thou thus ? what dire intent Is within thy bosom pent? No friendly hand, no parent, gave My bones to rest in hallow'd grave; To me no sacred rite was paid ; Here, by baib'rous hands convey’d, In this mansion cold, forlorn, My gloomy ghost shall ever mourn. Think not by unceasing pray’r Hence the charmed sword to bear; For know, above in realms of light, Trifingus is another's right.

HERVOR.

Ha! my sire, what words accurst
Have from the lip of falsehood burst ?
Thou know'st with thee in darkness laid
Sleeps the consecrated blade:
Yield it, 'tis th’appointed hour,
Or dread avenging Odin's pow'r:
Canst thou thus, with tongue unblest,
Deny an only child's request?

ARGANTYR. With awe my words prophetic hear; Hervor, 'tis for thee I fear : The fates have seal'd thy offspring's doom ; Trifingus brings them to the tomb.

HERVOR.
Talk not to me of future times;
I swear, by force of magic rhymes,
Repose the dead shall know no more,
'Till thou the gifted sword restore.

ARGANTYR.
Maid, thy warlike soul I bless,
Who rov'st by night in armed dress,
With spell-wrought helmet, iron proof,
And garments wove in mystic woof;
Who dar’st in thrilling accents call
The dead from their sepulchral hall.

HERVOR.
No more this idle converse hold;
Once I thought thy spirit bold :
Give me forth the radiant brand :
Hear, and grant my just demand.
Let its strength again be try'd,
'Twas not made below to 'bide,
Yield it, 'tis th' appointed hour,
Or dread avenging Odin's pow'r.

ARGANTYR.
Here within the fated sheath,
Hialmar's ruin lies beneath,
Wrapt in its own terrific frame;
What maid but trembles at the name?

HERVOR.
I tremble not the flame, tho' bright,
Is but ineffectual light,
That plays around the buried corse,
With meteor glare devoid of force:
I'll grasp the sword in terror drest;
Grant an only child's request.

ARGANTYR.
Rash Virgin, to thy pray'r I yield:
Lol Trifingus stands reveal'd!
Blazing like the noon-day Sun-

HERVOR:
King of men, 'tis nobly done :
This blade witii rapt'rous joy I own
A greater gift than Norway's throne.

ARGANTYR. Fond exulting daughter, know These transports work thee lasting woe; By the keen edge ('tis thus decreed) Thy sons, e'en Hydreks' self, shall bleed. HERVOR. I must to my ships repair; 'Tis nought to me; be that their care ; If in the purple fount of life They steep the steel in mortal strife, By no ignoble stroke they fall, And sink with joy to Odin's hall.

ARGANTYR. Hie thee hence from death's domain, With rev’rence keep Hialmar's bane; Touch but the blade, a warrior dies, On either edge quick poison lies; Thou art of a race divine, Take the gift the gods assign.

HERVOR.
Never shall Trifingus sleep,
But move with desolating sweep;
Never fear invade my breast,
Nor dying sons my peace molest;
If by Trifingus' stroke they fall,
They sink with joy to Odin's hall.

ARGANTYR. Hark, e'en now with sullen moan Victims twelve beneath thee groan: Armed in paternal might, Go forth, my child, and dare the fight ;

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