At length the lightning’s glare reveal’d
The white-hair’d goats and golden car.
But when Thor full in view appear’d,
Lok’s colour fled, his spirits fail’d;
At sight of the majestic beard
Of ebon hue, the traitor quail’d.
THOR.
Be silent, thou of sland’rers worst,
Who striv’st the Asar’s fame to soil!
Ne’er doth thy Nidding’s brain recoil