I Blustering god, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear you not. No, though from Your highest heaven You plunge your spear at my heart, I fear you not. No, not if the blow Is as the lightning blasting a tree, I fear you not, puffing braggart. II If thou canst see into my heart That I fear thee not, Thou wilt see why I fear thee not, And why it is right. So threaten not, thou, with thy bloody spears, Else thy sublime ears shall hear curses. III Withal, there is one whom I fear: I fear to see grief upon that face. Perchance, friend, He is not your god; If so, spit upon him. By it you will do no profanity. But I -- Ah, sooner would I die Than see tears in those eyes of my soul. |