My fellow-citizens near unto Colle
Were joined in battle with their adversaries,And I was praying God for what he willed.
Routed were they, and turned into the bitterPasses of flight; and I, the chase beholding,A joy received unequalled by all others;
So that I lifted upward my bold faceCrying to God, ‘Henceforth I fear thee not,’As did the blackbird at the little sunshine.