Poems About Tradition by New Members

Healer of the Battle-Stricken,
Eir, the Merciful, the Quiet Hand did quicken,
Those who lay there left in sorrow,
Eir they prayed took it away in morrow..

Hail to Eir, the gentle goddess, the third named among the Asynjur bright,  
Mistress of mercy, silent in her might,
Warriors invoke the call to Eir in thick of night.

Handmaid of peace, unseen by day, whose whispers soothe where blood once lay,  
In halls of gods, or shadowed fjord, she brings the healing grace by her accord.

O Eir, you walk where the wounded lie,  
With...

Healer of the Battle-Stricken,
Eir, the Merciful, the Quiet Hand did quicken,
Those who lay there left in sorrow,
Eir they prayed took it away in morrow..

Hail to Eir, the gentle goddess, the third named among the Asynjur bright,  
Mistress of mercy, silent in her might,
Warriors invoke the call to Eir in thick of night.

Handmaid of peace, unseen by day, whose whispers soothe where blood once lay,  
In halls of gods, or shadowed fjord, she brings the healing grace by her accord.

O Eir, you walk where the wounded lie,  
With...

Healer of the Battle-Stricken,
Eir, the Merciful, the Quiet Hand did quicken,
Those who lay there left in sorrow,
Eir they prayed took it away in morrow..

Hail to Eir, the gentle goddess, the third named among the Asynjur bright,  
Mistress of mercy, silent in her might,
Warriors invoke the call to Eir in thick of night.

Handmaid of peace, unseen by day, whose whispers soothe where blood once lay,  
In halls of gods, or shadowed fjord, she brings the healing grace by her accord.

O Eir, you walk where the wounded lie,  
With...