“All the earth around this courser shall bound,
To mortals a cheering sight;
And o’er the salt sea ’twill bear thee free,
And shine like herrings at night.”
Now the tears he shed and the vows he made
Have soften’d the Asar twain:
“Go, the depths to brave of the mountain cave,
And, what thou hast sworn, obtain!”
Now like a mole through the rocky hole
He glides, and reaches the place,