་་ me, we come holds her prey, ings give him all was Balder laugh, the hag do ye come for will weep o'er ings, if weep they tela keep her prey." the cavern's depth nod knew their toil men, who long have or gain, at last come ing see the headlands Juntry, and can plain d furze which boys have , or smoke of burning 1 field inland;-then the and drives out again to long days tossing up and y sea-ridges, and the glimpse had makes bitterer far their s' cross was bitterer for their id at heart, to Niord Hermod ke: e accuser Lok, who flouts us all! k, and tell in Heaven this heavy again below, to Hela's realm." joke; and Niord set forth back to Heaven. orthward Hermod rode, the way below, ray he knew; and traversed Giall's stream, down to Ocean groped, and cross'd the ice, I came beneath the wall, and found the grate Still lifted; well was his return fore known. And once more Hermod saw around him spread The joyless plains, and heard the streams of Hell. But as he enter'd, on the extremest bound Of Niflheim, he saw one ghost come near, Hovering, and stopping oft, as if afraid— Hoder, the unhappy, whom his own hand slew. And Hermod look'd, and knew his brother's ghost, And call'd him by his name, and sternly said: "Hoder, ill-fated, blind in heart and eyes! Why tarriest thou to plunge thee in the gulf Of the deep inner gloom, but flittest here, In twilight, on the lonely verge of Hell, Far from the other ghosts, and Hela's throne? Doubtless thou fearest to meet Balder's voice, Thy brother, whom through folly thou didst slay." He spoke; but Hoder answer'd him, and said: "Hermod the nimble, dost thou still pursue The unhappy with reproach, even in the grave? For this I died, and fled beneath the gloom, Not daily to endure abhorring Gods, And canst thou not, even here, pass pity And not to offend thee, Hermod, nor to force My hated converse on thee, came I up From the deep gloom, where I will now return; But earnestly I long'd to hover near, For the last time-for here thou com'st no more. He spake, and turn'd to go to the inner gloom. But Hermod stay'd him with mild words, and said : "Thou doest well to chide me, Hoder blind! Truly thou say'st, the planning guilty mind Was Lok's; the unwitting hand alone was thine. But Gods are like the sons of men in this When they have woe, they blame the nearest cause. Howbeit stay, and be appeased! and tell : Sits Balder still in pomp by Hela's side. Or is he mingled with the unnumber'd dead? Lok triumphs still, and Hela keeps her prey. No more to Asgard shalt thou come, nor lodge In thy own house, Breidablik, nor enjoy The love all bear toward thee, nor train up Forset, thy son, to be beloved like thee. Here must thou lie, and wait an endless age. Therefore for the last time, O Balder, hail!" He spake; and Balder auswer'd him. and said : "Hail and farewell! for here thou com'st no more. Yet mourn not for me, Hermod, when thou sitt'st In Heaven, nor let the other Gods lament, As wholly to be pitied, quite forlorn. For Nanna hath rejoin'd me, who, of old, In Heaven, was seldom parted from my side; And still the acceptance follows me, which crown'd My former life, and cheers me even here. of dead Love me, and gladly bring for my award Their ineffectual feuds and feeble hatesShadows of hates, but they distress them still." And the fleet-footed Hermod made reply:-- "Thou hast then all the solace death allows, Esteem and function; and so far is well. Yet here thou liest, Balder, underground', Rusting for ever; and the years roll on, The generations pass, the ages grow. And bring us nearer to the final day When from the south shall march the fiery band And cross the bridge of Heaven, with Lok for guide, And Fenris at his heel with broken chain; While from the east the giant Rymer steers His ship, and the great serpent makesto land; And all are marshall'd in one flaming square Against the Gods, upon the plains of Heaven. I mourn thee, that thou canst not help us then." He spake; but Balder answer'd him, and said : "Mourn not for me! Mourn, Hermod, for the Gods; Mourn for the men on earth, the Gods in Heaven, Who live, and with their eyes shall see that day! The day will come, when fall shall Asgard's towers, And Odin, and his sons, the seed of Heaven; But what were I, to save them in that hour? If strength might save them, could not Odin save, My father, and his pride, the warrior Thor. Vidar the silent, the impetuous Tyr? I, what were I, when these can nought avail? Yet, doubtless, when the day of battle comes, And the two hosts are marshall'd, and in Heaven The golden-crested cock shall sound alarm, And his black brother-bird from hence reply, And bucklers clash, and spears begin to "Far to the south, beyond the blue, there spreads Another Heaven, the boundless-no one yet Hath reach'd it; there hereafter shall arise The second Asgard, with another name. Thither, when o'er this present earth and Heavens The tempest of the latter days hath swept, And they from sight have disappear'd, and sunk, Shall a small remnant of the Gods repair; Hoder and I shall join them from the grave. There re-assembling we shall see emerge From the bright Ocean at our feet an earth More fresh, more verdant than the last, with fruits Self-springing, and a seed of man preserved, Who then shall live in peace, as now in Look! through the showery twilight gray What pointed roofs are these advance ?— Approach, for what we seek is here! Knock; pass the wicket! come To the Carthusians' world-famed home. The silent courts, where night and day The chapel, where no organ's peal Each takes, and then his visage wan The library, where tract and tome The garden, overgrown-yet mild, Those halls, too, destined to contain The House, the Brotherhood austere! For rigorous teachers seized my youth. And purged its faith, and trimm'd its fire, |