Your God is there, where dangers seem encircling; They are but dust of dreams that have no place In Mind's infinitude and Love's protection, Wherein you dwell in safety, beauty, grace. Your God is there, where wanton ill seems lurking To snatch your peace or fell you low in pain.
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