Ran my fires for his sake;
Over-head, did my thunder combine
With my underground mine:
Till I looked from my labour content
To enjoy the event. 60

VII

When sudden . . . how think ye, the end?
Did I say "without friend"?
Say rather, from marge to blue marge
The whole sky grew his targe
With the sun's self for visible boss,
While an Arm ran across
Which the earth heaved beneath like a breast
Where the wretch was safe prest!
Do you see? Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet, 70
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed!
--So, _I_ was afraid!

NOTES:
"Instans Tyrannus" is a despot's confession of one of his
own experiences which showed him the inviolability of the
weakest man who is in the right and who can call the
spiritual force of good to his aid against the utmost violence
or cunning.--"Instans Tyrannus," or the threatening tyrant,
suggested by Horace, third Ode in Book III:

"Justum et tenacem proposti vlrum,