And struck too hard his little one.
Repentance now Thor’s looks bespeak,
And tears roll down his manly cheek,
For he, when calm, was good and kind.
He then sent down on th’ morning wind
Roska and Tialf to Gefion’s[91] strand,
And every circumjacent land,
With gold and silver, to divide
’Mongst those whose dwellings were destroy’d.
The dead he to Valhalla brought,