“Thus, seamed with many scars
Bursting these prison bars,
Up to its native stars
My soul ascended!
There from the flowing bowl
Deep drinks the warrior's soul,
Skoal! to the Northland! skoal!
—Thus the tale ended.”

—  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Skeleton in Armor, st. 20 (1841).

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