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Suddenly, a chant in which the voices of the men and women blended rose toward the oak:
O Thor, the Thunderer Spare us from smiting! Heave not thy hammer, Angry, against us; Plague not thy people. Take from our treasure Silver we send thee, Jewels and javelins, Goodliest garments,
All our possessions, Priceless, we proffer. Sheep will we slaughter, Steeds will we sacrifice; O tree of Thunder, Strong wood of wonder. Mighty, have mercy, Spare us and save us, Spare us, Thor! Thor!
The Yellow Feather Literature Third Course
