lowest: 
Every one seemed but to care that something be left for the morrow. 
Great past endurance the need, and daily grew the oppression: 
They were the lords of the day; there was none to hear our complaining. 
Then fell trouble and rage upon even the quietest spirit. 
One thought only had all, and swore for their wrongs to have vengeance,
And for the bitter loss of their hope thus doubly deluded. 
Presently Fortune turned and declared on the side of the German,
And with hurried marches the French retreated before us. 
Ah! then as never before did we feel the sad fortunes of warfare: 
He that is victor is great and good,—­or at least he appears so,—­
And he, as one of his own, will spare the man he has conquered,
Him whose service he daily needs, and whose property uses. 
But no law the fugitive knows, save of self-preservation,
And, with a reckless greed, consumes all the possessions about him;
Then are his passions also inflamed:  the despair that is in him
Out of his heart breaks forth, and takes shape in criminal action. 
Nothing is further held sacred; but all is for plunder.  His craving
Turns in fury on woman, and pleasure is changed into horror. 
Death he sees everywhere round him, and madly enjoys his last moments,

Taking delight in blood, in the shrieking of anguish exulting. 
Thereupon fiercely arose in our men the stern resolution
What had been lost to avenge, and defend whate’er was remaining,
Every man sprang to his arms, by the flight of the foeman encouraged,
And by his blanching cheeks, and his timorous, wavering glances. 
Ceaselessly now rang out the clanging peal of the tocsin. 
Thought of no danger to come restrained their furious anger. 
Quick into weapons of war the husbandman’s peaceful utensils
All were converted; dripped with blood the scythe and the ploughshare. 
Quarter was shown to none:  the enemy fell without mercy. 
Fury everywhere raged and the cowardly cunning of weakness. 
Ne’er may I men so carried away by injurious passion
See again! the sight of the raging wild beast would be better. 
Let not man prattle of freedom, as if himself he could govern! 
Soon as the barriers are torn away, then all of the evil
Seems let loose, that by law had been driven deep back into corners.”

“Excellent man!” thereupon with emphasis answered the pastor: 
“Though thou misjudgest mankind, yet can I not censure thee for it. 
Evil enough, I confess, thou hast had to endure from man’s passions,
Yet wouldst thou look behind over this calamitous season,
Thou wouldst acknowledge thyself how much good thou also hast witnessed. 
How many excellent things that would in the heart have hidden,
Had not danger aroused them, and did not necessity’s pressure
Bring forth the angel in man, and make him a god of deliv’rance.”