Ye may not let it go by. Something must be shared.
It found your souls on fire. ’Tis thence they cease to burn.
Your souls it found all corpses. Life it made return.
Your fiery souls by it all quickly were puffed out.
Dead souls of yours by it began aloud to shout.50
Their present calm, and this vivacity’s from heaven;
Resembling not the turbulence by which man’s driven.
One breathing from the Lord, when blown on earth and air,
Ill qualities converts straight into all that’s fair.
For fear lest any breathing such as this thee shake,