In the high church of Upsala the great altar stands in sight,
With candles blazing round it, and torches sparkling bright;
On the steps of that great altar, with devoutly lifted hand,
See, arrayed in shining vestments, Erich, King of Sweden, stand!
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I on earth, you in heaven,
both of us moving sturdily on.
I sad and cheerless, you gentle and clear,
what can the difference really be?
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