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Likams sjónar
Svörtust dimma
Skínandi sálar
Skérpir augu;
Hugr sá Guö
I hæÖsta sæti,
Sá iivat vSr at cins
Sjáum í mindum.
Engla, fjendur,
Orustur þeirra,
Ilimiii ok lielju,
Heiör ok smán,
Uppliaf jaröar,
Edens sælu,
Foreldra fyrstu
Fall ok. lausn.
Fiutti þat Miltons
Frábært ijvæöi,
l’rísun Guös
C)k Paradísar,
Mærö albcims,
Mannkyns saga;
Ej í sólar láti
Ljóö bans dvíua.
Ilonum þakklát jörÖ
þakkir géldr,
,4nn bans brag
liornum franim
I NorÖrálfu
Öllum málum,
Heyrðum ok á ytsta
Isalaudi.
þar í breysf,
llrcyktn saman,
Moldarycggja,
I vetrar bríöum,
Sat beiövirör
Sonr skálda,
Klerkr íátækr
Eun frómlyudr.
Bodily sighis
Balejul darkness
Sharpenetli the eyes
Of sliining soul;
The Genius saw
God on his throne,
Ile sau> u>hat we but
See in picture.
Angels, demons;
And their strije,
lleaven and hell,
Honour and shame,
Barlh’s creation,
Bden’s bliss,
First oj men
Fallen, redeemed.
Milton sang
This matchless chant,
Fraise of God
And Paradise,
Mundane epos,
Man’s history,
JVot witli the sun
His song expires.
Gralejul world
Giues him tlianhs,
Loves his lay
uind lets it sound
ln all tongues
Of Europe,
Euen it is heard
In Iceland Thule.
There in a hut,
Ileaped up
OJ turf and slones,
ln stormy winter,
Sat a worthy
Son of Scalds,
Priest of the Lord,
Poor but sincere.