Its joyous tones to love of life and strength mankind awake:
Quitting his nest, then soars the lark towards the celestial height;
A thousand carols to the world proclaim with loud delight,
That Freya’s soul-enchanting smile hath bless’d Heimdaller’s sight.”
Heimdaller’s words find no dissent: the Asars’ hearts they move;
And Freya’s eyes rewarded him with such sweet looks of love,
He blush’d like morn, when through night’s veil the day begins to break:
Tears glisten’d in his radiant eyes, and roll’d adown his cheek.
Heimdaller then Lok’s plan explained, and spoke: “Ye Asar high!
His hammer Thor will ne’er regain, unless we mystify