The Legend Glorified

'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.