English poem
With these himself he girded, that simple little child
by Mary Pickering Nichols (1829–1915)
With these himself he girded, that simple little child; When in the air above him he heard a rushing wild. He wished that he had loitered, the sorry little master; But quickly came the griffin; to the sheltering cavern fain would he flee the faster.
The bird swung down in anger to the sandy beach and foam; The little playmate and fellow of the young it left at home, Would by the angry griffin have at once been swallowed; But now the bold young Hagen the ways of a daring foeman bravely followed.
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