He travell’d paths untrod, o’er mountains bare, To preach the gifted creed to barbarous men; His food alone the jetty juniper That blossom’d on the steeps of Lammer’s glen; He dragg’d the savage from his gloomy den, In silken chains his wayward passions bound, While Hope’s bright rainbow glitter’d o’er the fen, And Mercy scatter’d pearls upon the ground, Where erst dark Odin’s chiefs in blood-stain’d garments frown’d.