Straight doth Niord[57]

Pledge his word,

And with son and daughter join their train.

Odin spake: “Th’ unconquer’d North invites us

With her fir-clad mountains wild and drear!

There the beechen forest waves majestic,

Redolent with Ocean’s healthful air!

Thither will I lead my Asar,

On those rocks my legions spread:

Thou, O Thor!