LXII.

Angor, {164c} thou who scatterest the brave,

And piercest {164d} the sullen like a serpent;

Thou tramplest upon those who in strong mail are clad,

In front of the army; {164e}

Like an enraged bear, guarding and assaulting, {164f}

Thou tramplest upon the furious, {165a}

In the day of capture,

In the dank entrenchment; {165b}

Like the mangling dwarf, {165c}

Who in his fury prepared

A banquet for the birds,

In the tumultuous fight.

Cywir {165d} art thou named from thy righteous (_enwir_) deed;

Leader, director, and bulwark (_mur_) of the course of battle {165e}

Is Merin; {165f} and fortunately (_mad_) wert thou, Madien, born.

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