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ODIN.
Ganrade, great Giant! is my name;
Late, thirsty, and fatigued, I came
To thy dread halls; and long have stray’d,
Seeking thy hospitable aid.

VAFTHRUDNIS.
Wherefore, Ganrade! do you seek
Here beneath Heaven’s cope to speak?
Enter within my awful door,
And there unfold thy hidden lore:
For much in truth I wish to see,
Which is the wisest, thee or me.

GANRADE.
When to the presence of the great,
A man draws near of humble state;
Let him his tongue with wisdom guide,
Or ignorance in silence hide:
But, when an enemy is by,
The wise will shun loquacity.