Balder monologue — The Death of Balder

Yet will I hope! Hear, hear ye rocks! that Balder Ventures to hope!--stern fate is now contented! Blunted is Surtur's spear, and Nanna wavers! Oh virtue! which, when blood rag'd high didst triumph, How sure, how nobly thou reward'st thy lover! Ye rocks which so lately gave ear to my groans, Now hear of my hope and my gladness the tones, And reply ye proud woods that no longer seem drear; In vain fate and heaven, oh Balder, have cas'd, With vigour the bosom thou lovest, and placed In the hand of the hero the sorcerer's spear. Oh virtue! thou still dost thy servant befriend; Ye echoes the triumph of true love extend, And virtue's fair guerdon proclaim far and near.