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Then let us fly, to seek these chiefs,
Who promised aid to send :
Lord Redwald is my friend.”
To cheer yon drooping maid : Again I 'll wear my cankered arms,
Again I 'll draw my blade !”
His clashing arms appear;
The warrior dropped a tear.
Each pathway of the wood;
At dawn of day they stood.
In kindness fast had sealed,
Returning day revealed.
To him who kept the door;
A pious priest, and poor.
The alarming bell was rung;
The saintlike virgins sprung.
Soft speaking, thus addrest,“ My daughter, an important call
Commands me break thy rest:
“ Thy brother, at the Abbey gate,
Appears with features glad; And with him comes a stranger knight,
In war-worn armour clad."
With faltering step and bloodless cheek,
Young Athelgiva went:
At once her bosom rent-
Hermanrick's much-loved face :
Rushed to her fond embrace.
Then Edwy, while entranced in bliss
The happy pair remained, Recounted o'er the tale how he
Hermanrick- lost — regained.
But soon (alas ! too soon) was heard,
To damp their new-formed joys, The groan of death, the shout of war,
And battle's mingled noise. Lo! up the hill, with breathless haste,
The panting.courier came :“ Prepare," he cried, “ for dire alarms,
And shun approaching flame! “ Fierce Hubba, landed on the beach,
Now drives our little band,
Fly o'er the crimsoned sand."
What rage her lover knew,
They saw the tidings true !
Each warlike youth now grasped his spear:
The trembling virgin cried — “ Oh! where is now Earl Osrick's power?
And where Lord Redwald's aid!” “ Alas! alas !" the abbess then,
“ Far as my sight is borne, I neither see the ruddy Cross,
Nor hear Earl Osrick's horn!"
Impelled his savage crew;
The golden Raven flew.
Where yon proud turrets rise !-
Let beauty be the prize. “ There gold and beauty both are found!
Then follow where I lead;
For honour's empty mead”—
His shouting train pursue :
Behold the prize in view.
And rushed t' oppose their way;
Behind Hermanrick stay.
On Denmark's warriors flew !
Their fury overthrew.
Soon, pierced by Edwy's fatal lance,
Lay valiant Turkil here; There, Hardikanute bit the dust
Beneath Hermanrick's spear.
When two oppose an host !
At Edwy-Hubba tost:
Had fainted on the floor,
Now sought the Abbey door. When on the fatal carnaged spot
She cast her tearful eyes, “ 0, blessed Mary!” cried the maid,
“My brother - bleeds, and dies !" Then forth she ran, and gained the pass,
Where, pressed by thronging foes, Hermanrick stood !- the shades of death
Her brother's eyelids close !
Nor staid his vengeful arm;
Which might a tiger charm!
And bore him to the ground!
In war's loud shout are drown'd.
She marked his rolling eye!
Death's visions dimly fly.
And, “ O thou dear and much-loved youth !”
The' expiring virgin cried,
Yet true, with thee, I died !”
The force of love sincere;
Then first his cheek a tear.
And now, “My friends! the rage of war,"
He call’d, “ awhile forbear;
These breathless bodies bear.
" Or, fear the wrath of Powers Divine !"
He could no farther say;
Bent to his ships his way.
Shrill sounding through the dale ;
Red waving to the gale.
Too late, indeed, to save!
The Dane now rode the wave.
In dust young Edwy's head!
Fair Athelgiva dead!
A brave revenge to take
For Athelgiva’s sake.