Or ask him why or what he does?

3He frowns, and darkness veils the moon

The fainting sun grows dim at noon:

The pillars of heaven's starry roof

Tremble and start at his reproof.

4These are a portion of his ways:

But who shall dare describe his face?

Who can endure his light, or stand

To hear the thunders of his hand?

143. C. H. M. Anonymous.