"I deem that God is not disquieted" -- This in a mighty poet's rhymes I read; And blazoned so forever doth abide Within my soul the legend glorified.
Though awful tempests thunder overhead, I deem that God is not disquieted, -- The faith that trembles somewhat yet is sure Through storm and darkness of a way secure.
Bleak winters, when the naked spirit hears The break of hearts, through stinging sleet of tears, I deem that God is not disquieted; Against all stresses am I clothed and fed.
Nay, even with fixed eyes and broken breath, My feet dip down into the tides of death, Nor any friend be left, nor prayer be said, I deem that God is not disquieted.
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