Must on God’s own fixed lines its travel keep.
Then, wherefore, with loud prayer and unctuous face,
To brother say: “Ye run a foolish race
To the abyss.” For how shall any know
Whither God’s ministry shall make us go?
Doubt ye the power that governs everything
That lovely earth from chaos forth did bring?
Canst mark the line where ceases God’s command
From work that’s done by man’s own shaping hand?
Forever, no! For man is but effect