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The swift-wing'd messenger of love,[1]
Bearing in her rosy hand
The gold-tipt horn of gods;
From this thy lips imbib'd
The draught of mead divine,[2]
Thro' thy tender frame distilling,
It form'd thy snowy limbs to grace,
It gloss'd thy raven hair,
Illum'd thy sparkling eyes,
And flush'd thy cheek with crimson hues
Unfading.
Hail to her whom Frea loves,
Moina, hail.

MOINA.

Ye venerable men, my grief-worn soul

  1. ↑ Messenger of Love]. Gna is the name of Frea's messenger; Fulla and Nossa were the two other Graces who attended the Venus of the North.
  2. ↑ Mead divine.] The beverage of the Northern deities.

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