A lump of gold placed on the hearth
Gave ample light and warmth to all.
The monarch here his friends regales
With what his realm produces best;
And every guest exulting hails
The generous founder of the feast.
But while the gods enjoy’d their feast,
As far as Finnmark’s farthest dale,
Midst fogs, and snow, and sleet, and hail
Flew Asa-Lok like one possest.