Knowing naught of doubt or fear,
Near she hasteth, and more near.
The poem goes on to say how Manoll a second time implores the Creator to send a hurricane which shall ravage the face of nature and impede her progress. Once more his prayer is granted, and a mighty wind, which,
Sighing loud and moaning,
Thundering and droning,
Down the plane-trees bending,
And the pines uprending,
rages over the land.
But no earthly force
Checks her steady course,