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GANRADE.
The plain, o’erspread with many a car,
Where Gods and Surtur rush to war,
Vigridi’s^[1] call’d; and each way round
A hundred miles extends its bound—
Such does it meet the trav’ler’s eyes.

VAFTHRUDNIS.
Truly, O Ganrad! thou art wise.
Now to the giant’s inmost seat
Approach, with not unworthy feet;
And there in colloquy sublime,
We’ll spend the yet remaining time.
Stranger! in wisdom’s arduous strife
Risk gloriously the loss of life.

GANRADE.
Vafthrudnis! tell, since thou art wise,
And sacred truth thy speech supplies;

1. Vigridi, a fabulous place, the theatre of contention between the Gods and their opposers.