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And when the vicious storm myself quarry finds, Night be aroused in the lightning's glow , Which hast but already, anger in hand, been wrought 'gainst the world. but what trembled not, was the Prussian courage. Rock may break and oak tree shatter, I will not tremble; it shall blow, it shall crash, flashs of lightning wildly cross the sky: I am a Prussian, I will a Prussian be.