Runic Odes From the Norse Tongue #262299

Trace again the folemn rhyme From Orient's ever-teeming clime I fee them come an evil race, Bold in heart and item in face In turbulent array they fweep, Beneath them groans the burthen'd deep; Fierce they ruih, yet all obey Monarch Lok's refifilefs fway. Gaunt and wild with favage howl, Mark the wolfifh Fenris prowl With him fialks a furious train.