And Prince Vladimir, overcome,

Wept as his dear ones he embraced.

You will have guessed, and without fail,

How ends mv all too drawn-out tale.

Flown was Vladimir's wrath ungrounded;

Farlaf confessed his guilt; Ruslan,

So happy was he, in him found it

All to forgive; the dwarf, undone,

His powers lost, was added to

Vladimir-Bright Sun's retinue;

To mark an end to tribulation

A sumptuous feast of celebration

The Prince held in his chamber high,

By friends and family surrounded.

The ways and deeds of days gone by,

A narrative on legend founded.

EPILOGUE.

Thus, the world's mindless dweller, spending

Life's precious hours in idle peace,

Its strings my lyre to me lending,

I sang the lore of bygone days.

I sang, the painful blows forgetting

Of fate that blindly o'er us rules,

The wiles of frivolous maids, the petty

And thoughtless jibes of prating fools.

My mind, on wings of fancy soaring,

To parts ethereal was borne,

While all unknown there gathered o'er me

The dark clouds of a mighty storm....

And I was lost.... But vou who always

Watched o'er me in my earlier years,

You, blessed friendship, giving solace

To one whose heart deep sorrow sears!-

You calmed the raging storm, and, heeding