Though, feigning dwarfs, they crouch and creep,
The strong they slay, the swift outstride."
In the following high pantheistic strain the seer chants the old rune that God is all:--
"The living Heaven thy prayers respect,
House at once and architect,
Quarrying man's rejected hours,
Builds therewith eternal towers;
Sole and self-commanded works,
Fears not undermining days,
Grows by decays,