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IV.
Let us, he cry’d, forbid to fly
The stormy powers that rule the sky;
League with the light’nings; thunders chain;
And quell the uprising, angry main:
Left, mission’d by the powers of fate,
They in direful ambush wait.
For Balder, Odin, thus afraid,
Peace with willing nature made;
And every jarring element,
For once harmoniously consent.

V.
Still the father of the slain,
Felt a secret dread remain;—
Tho’ nature's self could not evade
Bonds and oaths so strictly made;
Yet Fate, beyond his power to bind,
He knew might some expedient find.
Conven’d afresh each warlike son—