O Folly fury you, of irate tempest
whose pride and recklessness, domination
are wild, hungry beasts whose prey and meaning
are wont to find in roaming pilgrim's hearts.
But Folly do I name you, rightly so
because your reign has firm the earthly bounds
and are you arms but water, fire, wind
who as their destiny Another serve.
And Folly do I call you yet again
for this your title now has brought me bliss
as I thus wonder that your Master's hand
at your rebellion does not rebel.
But wise is He whose all enduring purpose
knows that your wayward will is still His means
as your anihilations clear his pathway
and render limpid heaven's fixèd sphere.
All-knowing One and judicious King
whose mystery feigns a silent watch
and grants permissions now that none can capture
but all is ordered to your solemn plan.