Choice Specimens of American Literature, and Literary Reader · Chapter 318=400.= the North Edda
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Noble was the old North Edda, Filling many a noble grave, That for "man the one thing needful In his world is to be brave."
This, the Norland's blue-eyed mother Nightly chanted to her child, While the Sea-King, grim and stately, Looked upon his boy and smiled.
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Let us learn that old North Edda Chanted grandly on the grave, Still for man the one thing needful In his world is to be brave.
Valkyrs yet are forth and choosing Who must be among the slain; Let us, like that grim old Sea-King, Smile at Death upon the plain,—
Smile at tyrants leagued with falsehood, Knowing Truth, eternal, stands With the book God wrote for Freedom Always open in her hands,—
Smile at fear when in our duty, Smile at Slander's Jotun-breath, Smile upon our shrouds when summoned Down the darkling deep of death.
Valor only grows a manhood; Only this upon our sod, Keeps us in the golden shadow Falling from the throne of God.
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=Walter Whitman, 1819-.[86]=
From Leaves of Grass.