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Old English Rune Poem Wealth provides
comfort, The wild ox
has great high horns Thorn is a wickedly
sharp and causes pain The mouth is
the source of the word, Riding is easy
for heroes The torch we
know by its flame, A gift returns
to adorn the giver Joy comes to
you who know no sorrow, Hail, whitest
of grains, whirls down from heaven, Need constricts
the heart but can bring Ice is cold
and slippery; Harvest time
brings joy Yew has rough
bark without Gaming means
play and laughter Elk sedge grows
in the fen, The sun guides
seafarers Tiw is a sign
that spells The birch though
fruitless The horse brings
joy; We are each
other's mirth Water to land
folk seems never-ending Ing, first seen
by the east Danes, Day is the god's
messenger; Home is loved
by all
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