The fifth scene is Ingeborg's lament for her lost lover ("Storms wildly roar"),--a soprano solo, which, if not as dramatic as the music assigned to Frithjof, is nevertheless full of beautiful sentiment. The work closes with a delightful chorus, with short phrases for Frithjof ("Now he crosseth the Floods of the salt desert Waste"), supposed to be sung on board the hero's good ship "Ellida" as they sail off for conquest and the enjoyment of the booty he has promised his companions. [18] An admirable translation of the Saga was made by George Stephens, published in London and Stockholm in 1839. It includes besides the Saga, a life of Tegnér, by Bishop Franzén of Hernösand, Sweden; the Frithjof literature; description of Ingeborg's Arm Ring, by Hildebrand, the Royal Antiquarian of Sweden; Crusell's songs; and numerous notes and illustrations. [19] In the original Saga the "Farewell" has six verses, the first, second, and sixth of which are thus literally translated:-- "Heimskringla's forehead, Thou lofty North! Away I'm hurried From this thine earth. My race from thee goes, I boasting tell; Now, nurse of heroes, Farewell! Farewell! "Farewell, high-gleaming Walhalla's throne, Night's eye, bright-beaming, Midsummer's sun! Sky! where, as in hero's Soul, pure depths dwell, And thronging star-rows, Farewell! Farewell! * * * * * "My love insulted, My palace brent, My honor tarnished, In exile sent, From land in sadness To the sea we appeal, But life's young gladness, Farewell! Farewell!" Salamis. "Salamis, Triumphal Hymn of the Greeks" was written in 1862. It is a composition mostly for male chorus, and is admirably adapted for festival purposes. The poem, which celebrates the defeat of Xerxes, is by H. Lingg, and runs as follows:-- "Adorn the ships with Persian trophies! Let the purple sails be swelled! Joy floats about the masts! Evoe, the mighty foe, is vanquished! We broke, O sea, we broke the bond, Which the Persian Prince threw around thy neck. Thou rollest now unfettered, no longer embittered By the hateful trampling of the horses, Which thy waving surface, Thy bridge-fettered wrath, bore reluctantly. Fate overtook Xerxes And achieved a Hellenic victory on the waves. To the tyrant, to the arbitrary master, Did not succumb the people that dwell by the sea, For the old ruler of the sea filled his beloved race With boundless courage for the sea-fight. All around, the waves with delight Hear many an Ionic song; They roar and join the pæan After the splendid struggle There arise dithyrambic days of liberty!"