Sweet are the strains that I sing as I stand at the doors of a hero who loveth the guest; + 

And there is arrayed a banquet meet for a bard in the halls whither oft have pressed + 

Strangers from far-off shores who departed:⁠—O yea, he hath won for him friends true-hearted + 

By whom slander is quenched, as smouldering fire by water. Diverse be men in skill, + 

But in straight paths ever ’tis meet to walk, and to fight life’s battle as Nature shall will. + 