And gently ’tween two surges rocks,
Such as the Ocean cannot boast.
The Asar’s voyage to Ægir’s isle
Think now how glorious ’twas to view!
The morning sun rejoicing too
Deign’d warmly on their course to smile.
See silent Vidar by the mast!
And Odin by the rudder stand!
And see, like flowers in vase incased,
In all their charms th’ Asynior bland!