47. Young was I once, and wandered alone. And nought of the road I knew; Rich did I feel when a comrade I found. For man is man’s delight.
49. My garments once in a field I gave
To a pair of carven poles; Heroes they seemed when clothes they had. But the naked man is nought.
50. On the hillside drear the fir-tree dies,
All bootless it’s needles and bark; It is like a man whom no one loves, – Why should his life be long?
52. No great thing needs a man to give,
Oft little will purchase praise; With half a loaf and a half-filled cup
A friend full fast I made.
Wishing all a blessed Solstice.
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