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Miltons liörpu
Hann þar sló,
Saung viö báan
Ilelgan tón,
I aldrænu
Eddu máK,
Prísun Guös
Ok Paradísar.
Fíngur þreyttir
þulur ritu
A þeim laungu
Aptan - stunduin ;
Tíru-ljós
þar leiddi framm
A bréfs völlu
Blómstur skálda.
Sumur lidu,
Lupu vetrar,
Flli ok sorgir
Sóktu at skáldi,
Bláfátækt
Brjóst baus kreysti
Meö ís-greipum
Ok ísarn - nöglum.
"Vini mærÖar
Mein lians grættu,
Gott þeir gjöröu,
Gátu ej nóg.
Snauöt er land
Und leiðarstjörnu,
llvar ís ok eldr
Auöuir smíöa.
Komu þá frá suðri
Til Snjóvalands
FerÖamenn tveir
Fróöleiks at gæta,
Ráðandi málrúuir
Rask biun Danski,
Henderson, guðspjöll
Hclg at rækja.
Miltons harp
Tle there played,
Sang in high
And. holy tunes,
In the olclen
Edda - speech,
Praise oj God
And Paradise.
TVeary Jingers
JVrote the song
In the long
Evening hours ;
Scanly lamp's
Light produced
On paper -plains
Poel's Jlowers.
Sumrners wenl,
JVinlers ran —-
Age and sorrows
Seized the Scaid;
Ilard Poverty
Pressed his hreast
JVitk icy grasps
slnd iron naiis.
Friends of wit
Felt his pains,
Sojtened his cares,
’They could not more;
Poor is the land
Of polar snow,
JVJiere jrost and fire
The Jields deslroy.
TJien from tJie south
To soil oj ice
Came travellers
Knowledge seeking,
Recluding languages
Jiash the Dane,
Ilenderson, preserring
Uoly gospel.