"We know Thine anger's power,"
sung the schoolmaster.
"Boy, let go the string out of your hand!" screamed Bräsig again.
"Protect us by Thy grace
In sorrow's gloomy hour,"--
sung the schoolmaster.
"Boy, when I get hold of you, I'll break every bone in your body!" roared Bräsig.
"They who rest within Thy arm,
Shall be safe from every harm,"
sang the schoolmaster.
"Herr, it sticks fast in the poplar," cried the boy, and Bräsig tugged at the flag, and brought down with it part of a branch, while the schoolmaster sung,