Unmoved!

What though the great trees blow and bendBeneath the chilling blasts of earth,And brittle branches stark and strippedReach upward to a starless sky?The storm must surely pass!And once again the wind-swept boughsWill rest in quietness and peace,With star-gemmed heavens over all.And blessed stillness reign.

So must we stand through storms of sense,With roots but stronger for the test.Rejoicing in the confidenceOf freedom from all harm;Our hearts serene, exalted, free.And safe in Love's retreat.

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