And in this worldly pit by means each reaches each.115
Around its coiling cylinder the well-rope’s wound.
To shut our eyes to this would blind indeed be found.
The ropes by means of which results are seen to steer,
In this our world, deem not they’re moved by star or sphere;
Lest thou become confused and giddy like a wheel;—
Take fire, consume, like tinder, sparks of shame to feel.
The air becomes a fire at times by God’s decree.
Both air and fire run wild with joy, His means to be.
The streams of mercy, the consuming fires of wrath,