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THE VOICE OF THE NORTH.

You have builded your ships in the sun-lands,

And launched them with song and wine;

They are boweled with your stanchest engines,

And masted with bravest pine;

You have met in your closet councils,

With your plans and your prayers to God

For a fortunate wind to waft you

Where never a foot has trod.

And now you follow the polar star

To the seat of the old Norse Kings,

Past the death-white halls of Valhalla,

Where the Norn to the tempest sings—

Follow the steady needle

That cleaves to its steady star

To the uttermost realms of Odin

And the warlike thunderer, Thor.

Far through the icy silence,

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