Or, ponderous, falling on thy foes
As fell the Norse god’s hammer blows,
Crushing as if with Talus’ flail
Through Error’s logic-woven mail,
And failing only when they tried
The adamant of the righteous side,—
Thou, foiled in aim and hope, bereaved
Of old friends, by the new deceived,
Too soon for us, too soon for thee,
Beside thy lonely Northern sea,