Generosity in harvest | are repaid in poor seasons
for those who carefully share;
Oft is the giver | fondly remembered
and kindness gifted in kind
A bolt on the door | never once latched
Is either a boon or a waste;
The hearth fire cools | in the air of night
though many it once had warmed
No home shall last | nor village nor clan
who constantly wars with its own;
Crows gather close | for kin who oft fight,
and feast well on the flesh
Sarenth Odinsson 