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Yet has Mímir's friend

On me bestowed

Amends of evil

Which I account better.

He has given me the art—

He, the Wolf's Opposer,

Accustomed to battle,—

Of blemish blameless.

Here he is called High God, and Friend of Mímir, and Adversary of the Wolf.

Thus sang Refr:

Swift God of Slain, that wieldeth

The snowy billow's wave-hawks,

The ships that drive the sea-road,

To thee we owe the dwarves' drink.

Thus sang Einarr Tinkling-Scale:

'T is mine to pour the liquor

Of the Host-God's mead-cask freely

Before the ships' swift Speeder:

For this I win no scorning.

Thus sang Úlfr Uggason:

His steed the lordly Heimdallr

Spurs to the pyre gods builded

For the fallen son of Odin,

The All-Wise Raven-Ruler.