I bid you silence The holy races, The big and the small Children of Heimdal; I will now, Odin, Proclaim wisdom: The old sagas, That first of all I know.
~Take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them.~
Oppress not the cubs of a stranger But hail them as Sister and Brother For though they are little and fubsy It may be the Bear is their mother.
The kiss of the sun for pardon The song of the birds for mirth One is nearer God's heart in a garden Than anywhere else on this Earth.