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At last more uprising slow
the Earth from Ocean green shall grow,
and falls of water shimmering pour
from her high shoulders to the shore;
the eagle there with lonely cry
shall hunt the fish on mountains high.
The younger gods again shall meet
in Idavellir's pastures sweet,
and tales shall tell of ancient doom,
the Serpent and the fire and gloom,
and that old king of Gods recall
his might and wisdom ere the fall.
There marvellous shall again be found
cast in the grass upon the ground
the golden chess wherewith they played,
when Asgard long ago was made
when all their courts were filled with gold
in the first merriment of old.
A house I see that standeth there
bright-builded, than the sun more fair;
o'er Gimli shines its tiles of gold,
its halls no grief nor evil hold,
and there shall worthy men and true
in living days delight pursue.
Unsown fields of wheat grow white
when Baldur cometh after night;
the ruined halls of Odin's host
the windy towers on heaven's coast,
shall golden be rebuilt a again,
all ills be healed in Baldur's reign.
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