CANTO XXIX.
THE HAMMER OF THOR RECOVERED.
Seated in his golden car,
Gliding swift as shooting star,
Thor, with Loptur by his side,
Towards the giant’s dwelling hied.
Lok on treason ever bent,
Pleased his foes to circumvent,
At the triumph of his guile
Chuckled with malignant smile.
Now tremble the rocks! they proceed on their way: