Which as the lightning gleamed, and straightway sank to rest?
What didst thou see, that, by reflection on me cast,
A spark has leapt to life in my despairing breast?10
What was thy vision, far above the world of fact,
Than life far sweeter, whence my life receives new pact?
For bravery, ‘God’s Lion’ art thou justly named.
For kindness, I now know, thou art too little famed.
For generosity, thou’rt Moses’ cloud divine,
From which poured forth the quails and manna, as from mine!”
The clouds rain wheat. Man, then, by labour and by skill,