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DEEP trust in God—for that I still have sought Through all the grim doubts that bemock the soul, When in the amazement of far-reaching throught, We list the labourings that for ever roll Like dubious thunders through those clouded regions Where night and destiny the counsels keep Of Time developing his shadowy legions. And when I ve stood upon some hazardous steep Of speculation—heaving up its bare And rugged ridge high in the nebulous air Of endless change, and thence tremendously Throwing its shadow, like a blind man’s stare, Out through the dread unknown—deep trust in Thee, O God! Hath likewise been my refuge there. |