HIS MOTHER.
For others, use them as you may,
And welcome. But thy life, O save it
For my sake; it was I that gave it.
[Angrily.]
Your mad deed’s talked of far and near;
It scares and harrows me to hear.
On such a day to dare the fjord,
And squander what you’re bound to hoard!
You of our clan survive alone,
You are my son, my flesh and bone;
The roof-tree beam that copes and clinches
The house I’ve builded up by inches.
Stick fast; hold out; endure; survive!
Guard your life! Never let it go!
An heir is bound to keep alive,—
And you’ll be mine-one day-you know——