III.
Let him alone, with what he made, To toss and turn the world below; At his command the storms invade, The winds by his commission blow; Till with a nod he bids them cease, And then the calm returns, and all is peace.
Let him alone, with what he made, To toss and turn the world below; At his command the storms invade, The winds by his commission blow; Till with a nod he bids them cease, And then the calm returns, and all is peace.