Riling mot

Alas at thy poor scenes O anger!
When your nerves pass high pulse
When cheeks reden in face
When you break an eating pot

When Nature is in fearful rage
When it thunders in the sky
When a river crosses danger mark
When volcanic shakes the earth

When his wife makes  roar
When a dog barks at you
When a teacher kicks his ward
When a rebel pelts stone

But Look and wonder!
The highest bouts of vexation
When it pours from her pearl eyes, rosy cheeks and effulgent brow.