LXII.

Angor, {164c} thou who scatterest the brave, And piercest {164d} the sullen like a serpent; Thou tramplest upon those who in strong mail are clad, In front of the army; {164e} Like an enraged bear, guarding and assaulting, {164f} Thou tramplest upon the furious, {165a} In the day of capture, In the dank entrenchment; {165b} Like the mangling dwarf, {165c} Who in his fury prepared A banquet for the birds, In the tumultuous fight. Cywir {165d} art thou named from thy righteous (_enwir_) deed; Leader, director, and bulwark (_mur_) of the course of battle {165e} Is Merin; {165f} and fortunately (_mad_) wert thou, Madien, born.