Hath launch’d the sun in sempiternal course,
And lighting with his torch her golden lance
Instructs her how to guide her matchless force;
Who, from that sun borrowing her fainter rays,
Hath to the moon a milder radiance given,
And bade small sparks innumerable blaze
Athwart the pole, when night envelops heaven:
Now humbler functions Odin’s labours claim;
With flint and steel he now proceeds
To elicit many a spark, and feed the flame