"None of these things move me"

FLORA C. WALKER

Tell us, thou warrior of the cross,
Who gloried still in pain and loss,
And counting over all could say,
While treading on the upward way,
"None of these things move me;"

What was the power that held thee fast
Through error's storms and sorrow's blast?
We know; for we, in a degree,
Have known the truth that makes men free:

That Principle, divine, is sure,
And shall forevermore endure,
Unchanged by storms of mortal mind;
And God's man still will ever find,
"None of these things move me."