It fortifies my soul to know
That, though I perish, Truth is so:
That, howsoe'er I stray and range,
Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change.
I steadier step when I recall
That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
More verses by Arthur Hugh Clough
- Through A Glass Darkly
- There Is No God, The Wicked Sayeth
- The Latest Decalogue
- Say Not The Struggle Naught Availeth
- Where Lies The Land To Which The Ship Would Go?