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But through sunlitten nights and days a life of bliss untoiling

Is ordained for the righteous-souled.

No more for a meagre pittance they labour the land sore moiling,

Nor on stormy seas are they rolled;

But with them that be honoured of Gods, who had pleasure in leal oathkeeping,

They have joy of a tearless life, while the wicked are endlessly reaping

Sin-harvests too dread to behold.