And after them came Fridthjof, in mantle blue;
He was stronger than the others, and taller, too;
He stood between the brothers, by contrast seeming
Like noon ’twixt night and morning, in splendor beaming.

“Ye sons,” the king said gently, “my son goes down;
Together rule the kingdom and take the crown;
For unity is power, and no endeavor,
While lance with ring is circled, its stem can sever.

“Let power stand as sentry on every hand,
And freedom bloom protected throughout the land: 
The sword is for protection, and not for plunder. 
And shields are locks for peasants no foe can sunder.

“How foolish is the ruler his land to oppress,
For the people give the power which kings possess;
The crown of leafy verdure which decks the mountain
Will wither if the sunshine dries up the fountain.

“On four gigantic pillars is heaven’s throne—­
The throne of nations resteth on law alone! 
Destruction waits on judgment; if misdirected;
By right are men ennobled and kings perfected.

“In Disarsal, O Helge, the high gods dwell—­
Not pinioned as the snail is within his shell;
As far as daylight flieth, or thought’s swift pinion,
Far as resound the echoes, is gods’ dominion.

The offered hawk gives tokens which oft deceive. 
Not all runes monumental can we believe: 
But an honest heart, O Helge, of pure endeavor,
With Odin’s runes is written, misleading never.

“Be not severe, king Helge, but firm and staid;
The sword that bites the sharpest has the limberest blade. 
Kings are adorned by mercy, as shields by flowers,
And spring can more accomplish than winter’s powers.

“A man, however mighty, deprived of friends,
Like tree of bark denuded, how soon life ends! 
But he by friends surrounded, like trees shall flourish,
Whose crowns, in groves protected, the brooklets nourish.

“Boast not ancestral wisdom; each man alone
A single bowstring uses, and that his own;
What matters it to any the worth that’s buried? 
By its own waves the current o’er seas is carried.

“A joyous spirit, Halfdan, advantage brings,
But idle talk is needless, and most, to kings;
Of hops, as well as honey, is mead compounded,
Let sports on vigor, lances on steel, be founded.

“No man has too much wisdom, though learned he be,
And much too little, many less learned than he;
To fools, though high in station, no praise is meted,
The wise hy all are honored, though lowly seated.

“The steadfast friend, O Halfdan! of mingled blood,
Lives near indeed, though distant be his abode;
But to thy foeman’s dwelling the way is weary,—­
Though standing by thy pathway, ’tis far and dreary.

“For friend choose not the first one that’s so disposed,—­
An empty house stands open, a full one closed;
Choose one, the best, O Halfdan, nor seek another,
The world soon knows the secrets of three together.”