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25.
'Long course of life
His lot hath been,
By battles broken,
Bereft of peace.
. . . . .

26.
'Early waked I,
Word I gathered,
Toiled each morning
With speech-moulding tongue.
A proud pile built I
Of praise long-lasting
To stand unbroken
In Bragi's town.'