He fears no hurtling thunderbolt
In zig-zag course athwart the sky;
No Eurus ruffling up the sea,360
Nor the heaving Adriatic's waves,
Windswept and mad before the blast;
No hostile spear, nor keen, bare sword
Can master him; but, set on high,
In calm serenity he sees365
All things of earth beneath his feet.
And so with joy he goes to meet