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When to his son he whisp’ring stood,
Ere the boy clim’d the fatal wood.
Ere the boy clim’d the fatal wood.
VAFTHRUDNIS.
None know since time its race hath run
What Odin whisper’d to his son.
The fate of Gods and mystic lore
With thee no longer I explore.
Thou, by the hand of knowledge led,
The fatal stroke of death hast fled:
And since thy wisdom I have try’d,
Hear Vafthrudnis thus decide—
In mysteries of every kind,
Thou art the wisest of mankind.
None know since time its race hath run
What Odin whisper’d to his son.
The fate of Gods and mystic lore
With thee no longer I explore.
Thou, by the hand of knowledge led,
The fatal stroke of death hast fled:
And since thy wisdom I have try’d,
Hear Vafthrudnis thus decide—
In mysteries of every kind,
Thou art the wisest of mankind.
