Should such a chief one day his passion prove
For me, and bend my heart to mutual love,
Then will the mountain nymph with joy and pride
Accept his hand, and hail the name of bride.
Here in my native vales content I live;[90]
’Midst mountains high, and fountains clear I thrive.
A princess too by birth, born to command,
Among the giant race pre-eminent I stand.
And, trust me! not so humble or so low
Doth Gerda feel, as with submissive brow