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.