By all that’s bright in earth or sky—
Monarch! I charm thee to comply!
By gathering clouds and tempests driven
When the red lightning rends the heaven—
By Odin’s self, when his dread form
Bestrides and guides the vengeful storm—
By Eger’s hoary sceptre, spread
Across the ocean’s crystal bed—
By mighty Thor’s cloud-girdled throne,
Who hurls the thunderbolt alone—