For much the Gods did Ægir prize,
And by the Gods was lov’d full well.
Heaven thus to bathe in Ocean joys,
Who loves its genial ray to feel.
And now he bade them to his feast:
When Rana wander’d far from home,
To banquet in his friendly dome
His friends with eagerness he prest.
In vats of flint and ice profound
His ale and beer the monarch stow’d;