And favors no fewer they furnished him soothly, Excellent folk-gems, than others had given him Who when first he was born outward did send him He leaves Daneland on the breast Lone on the main, the merest of infants: of a bark. And a gold-fashioned standard they stretched under heaven 50 High o’er his head, let the holm-currents bear him, Seaward consigned him: sad was their spirit, Their mood very mournful.