When, delighting in a feast, he has partaken of food, ever at the end of the meal he betakes himself to his resting-place, a hidden retreat among the mountain-caves; there the champion of his race, overcome by sleep, abandons himself to slumber for the space of three nights. Then the dauntless one, replenished with vigor, straightway arises from sleep when the third day has come. A melody, the most ravishing of strains, flows from the wild beast's mouth; and, following the music, there issues a fragrance from the place--a fume more transporting, sweet, and strong than any odor whatever, than blossoms of plants or fruits of the forest, choicer * * * * * Þonne of ceastrum and cynestōlum 50 and of burgsalum beornþrēat monig farað foldwegum folca þrȳþum; ēoredcystum, ofestum gefȳsde, dareðlācende --dēor [s]wā some-- æfter þǣre stefne on þone stenc farað. 55 Swā is Dryhten God, drēama Rǣdend, eallum ēaðmēde ōþrum gesceaftum, duguða gehwylcre, būtan dracan ānum, āttres ordfruman-- þæt is se ealda fēond þone hē gesǣlde in sūsla grund, 60 and gefetrade fȳrnum tēagum, biþeahte þrēanȳdum; and þȳ þriddan dæge of dīgle ārās, þæs þe hē dēað fore ūs þrēo niht þolade, Þēoden engla, sigora Sellend. Þæt wæs swēte stenc, 65 wlitig and wynsum, geond woruld ealle. Siþþan tō þām swicce sōðfæste men, * * * * * Than all this world's adornments. Then from town And palace, then from castle-hall, come forth Along the roads great troops of hurrying men-- The very beasts come also; all press on Toward that sweet odor, when the voice is stilled. Such as this creature is the Lord our God, Giver of joys, to all creation kind, To men benignant, save alone to him, The dragon, author of all wickedness, Satan, the ancient adversary whom, Fettered with fire, shackled with dire constraint, Into the pit of torments God cast down. The third day Christ arose from out the grave, For three nights having suffered death for us, He, Lord of angels, he in whom alone Is hope of overcoming. Far and wide The tidings spread, like perfume fresh and sweet, Through all the world. Then to that fragrance thronged * * * * * than aught that clothes the earth with beauty. Thereupon from cities, courts, and castle-halls many companies of heroes flock along the highways of earth; the wielders of the spear press forward in hurrying throngs to that perfume--and so also do animals--when once the music has ceased.