the strings of his harp, and sang the saga for his master.
On the shore of Norraway
Shines the clear star of my life;
And my hand, O Norraway!
Grasps the sword of sacred strife.
I am Thine,
Christ Divine!
Champion Sworn of Christ the White.
I have held my sword on high,
Sworn to combat all for Thee,
By this Sign, O Norraway!
All my land the Christ shall see.
By this Sign,
Christ Divine!
Have I sworn to win Thy fight.
Christ eternal! deathless King!
And death-conquering Nazarene!
Thor and Odin I defy,
For Thee, Christ! God! Galilean!
To Thy Sign,
Christ Divine!
All my Norraway shall kneel.
Norraway! my Norraway!
Sworn my sword for Christ and thee,
On the blessed altar-stone,
Pledged I life and all of me.
By this Sign,
Christ Divine!
Norraway Thy power shall feel.
The order to land rang out. Oarsmen laid their oars in the lockers. The helmsman held his wheel at rest. Olaf sprang upon the shore, and with the sense
