On angel-wings they’ll ride, and whirlwind-dust call forth.
Their course they’ll take from nullity to entity,
In judgment day, ungrateful, grateful laity.
Why turn away thy head, pretend not to have seen?
Hast thou not, first, in nullity, a truant been?180
In nullity, so firm thou settedst down thy foot,
And ask’dst: “Who shall remove me when I’ve taken root?”
Dost thou not see the wondrous works of God’s high will?
How He it is who “leads thee by thy forelock” still?[402]
He draws thee into states, conditions, turns of weal,