With faggots, wither’d branches, and dry reeds;
And soon the smoke’s white column rose
In spiral motion from the burning straw.
With conscious pride now Odin’s bosom glows
To mark the strict observance of his law.
His glorious eye moisten’d with many a tear,
Thus he exclaims, with pride and joy elate:
“O wonderful in small things as in great,
In what is distant as in what is near!
In one small rain-drop equally divine,