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And these that once have loved us , these warriors images , Shall sit amidst our feasting , and see , as the Father sees The works that men-folk fashion and the rest of toiling hands , When his eyes look down from the mountains and the heavens above all lands , And up from the flowery meadows and the rolling deeps of the sea . There then at the feast with our champions familiar shall we be As oft we are with the Godfolk , when in story-rhymes and lays We laugh as we tell of their laughter , and their deeds of other days . `` Come then , ye sons of the kindreds who hither bore these twain ! Take up their beds of glory , and fare we home again , And feast as men delivered from toil unmeet to bear , Who through the night are looking to the dawn-tide fresh and fair And the morn and the noon to follow , and the eve and its morrow morn , All the life of our deliv ` rance and the fair days yet unborn . '' So she spoke , and a murmur arose as those valiant men came forth again . But lo , now were they dight in fresh and fair raiment and gleaming war - array . For while all this was a-doing and a-saying , they had gotten them by the Hall-Sun 's bidding unto the wains of their Houses , and had arrayed them from the store therein .