"The temple soon in ashes lay, Ashes the temple's bower; Wofully Frithiof goes his way, Weeps in the morning hour." TEGNÉR, _Frithiof Saga_ (Spalding's tr.). [Sidenote: Frithiof an exile.] Helgé's men started in pursuit, hoping to overtake and punish him; but when they reached the harbor they could not find a single seaworthy craft, and were forced to stand on the shore in helpless inactivity while Ellida's great sails slowly sank beneath the horizon. It was thus that Frithiof sadly saw his native land vanish from sight; and as it disappeared he breathed a tender farewell to the beloved country which he never expected to see again. "'World-circle's brow, Thou mighty North! I may not go Upon thine earth; But in no other I love to dwell; Now, hero-mother, Farewell, farewell! "'Farewell, thou high And heavenly one, Night's sleeping eye, Midsummer sun. Thou clear blue sky, Like hero's soul, Ye stars on high, Farewell, farewell! "'Farewell, ye mounts Where Honour thrives, And Thor recounts Good warriors' lives. Ye azure lakes, I know so well, Ye woods and brakes, Farewell, farewell! "'Farewell, ye tombs, By billows blue, The lime tree blooms Its snow on you. The Saga sets In judgment-veil What earth forgets; Farewell, farewell! "'Farewell the heath, The forest hoar I played beneath, By streamlet's roar. To childhood's friends Who loved me well, Remembrance sends A fond farewell! "'My love is foiled, My rooftree rent, Mine honour soiled, In exile sent! We turn from earth, On ocean dwell, But, joy and mirth, Farewell, farewell!'" TEGNÉR, _Frithiof Saga_ (Spalding's tr.). After thus parting from his native land, Frithiof took up the life of a pirate, rover, or viking, whose code was never to settle anywhere, to sleep on his shield, to fight and neither give nor take quarter, to protect the ships which paid him tribute and sack the others, and to distribute all the booty to his men, reserving for himself nothing but the glory of the enterprise. Sailing and fighting thus, Frithiof visited many lands, and came to the sunny isles of Greece, whither he would fain have carried Ingeborg as his bride; but wherever he went and whatever he did, he was always haunted by the recollection of his beloved and of his native land.