Art and science, life’s best blandishment:
Taught them to root out the thistle,
And with flowers to deck the field;
Then to prove
Faith and love,
Niord the horseman swift as hostage yield.
Drought severe oft forest, vale and meadow,
Suffer’d from the ardent solar flame;
But no sooner Niord bestrode his courser,
Fresh and cool the air at once became: