Refresh’d and nourish’d: then shall every grief
Seem but remembrance of a painful dream.
The Asar all shall to the grove repair,
Where amidst flowers the crystal fountain streams:
In all his glory will Alfader then
Reveal himself to man; his buckler hold
On high, glitt’ring with runes, whose sense sublime
Shall shield his children from all future harm.
Tablets of gold, with golden counters deck’d,
Shall in the grass be found, where violets