His home a hut within the wood.
Yet had he treasures twain in hoard,
And deemed them of all wealth the best,—
His Bible and his ancient sword,
Which bore Carl Twelfth’s name deep impressed.
The mighty king’s illustrious deeds,
Which now no farthest zone but reads
(For wide that eagle flew around),
All lay within the old man’s mind
As urns of warriors lie enshrined