With various talents blest and generous mind,
He travell’d o’er the earth to serve mankind,
And much he joy’d to place within their reach
All that his wisdom or his skill could teach.
But malice slumbers not; at close of day
It lies in ambush to destroy its prey.
Qvaser oft wander’d o’er the mountain steep;
Two scowling dwarfs there kill’d him while asleep;
Into a golden vase they pour’d his blood,
From which, with honey mix’d, a drink they brew’d