Rising there, the world’s applause shall claim!”
Joyful on his winged courser mounted,
Niord for the whole army clear’d the road;
Drying up each marsh, each mist dispelling,[58]
Fearless through impervious wilds he rode.
Never weary, flying, swimming,
Proud his steed pursues his course:
Winds compelling,
Skiffs propelling,
Nature bows to Niord’s resistless force.