sum plane temerarius, qui noctis mihi conscius quam vitae in tenebris ago, puppem credere fluctibus tanti non timeam viri; quo nunc nemo disertior exultat, fremit, intonat, ventisque eloquii tumet: cui mersare facillimum est tractandae indocilem ratis, ni tu, Christe potens, manum dextro numine porrigas, facundi oris ut inpetus non me fluctibus obruat, sed sensim gradiens vadis insistam fluitantibus.
Rash indeed am I, since though well aware of the night which I am passing in my darkened life, I do not fear to entrust my bark to the flood of so great a man; for none in our time has greater power of speech to leap and roar and thunder and swell in storms of eloquence. Most easy it were for him to sink me, since I have no skill in handling my boat, unless Thou, O mighty Christ, reach forth thy hand to aid me with thy divine power, so that the rush of his eloquent speech shall not overwhelm me in the deep, but walking step by step I may stand firm on the rolling waters.
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