On upturned soil, between rolling stones, in angry onslaughts of bruising thunder-storms — what am I, what do I signify alone by myself, who bear my light of life with quiet trembling?
The sea awakens in seething tempest, currents mount from the disturbed depths — what avails now my chosen rudder, the tallest mast on my ships?
I am ready, ready every moment to entrust the flickering flames of life to the Master of destruction and upbuilding, to the Lord of continents and seas .