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| IN the bitter waves of woe, | |
| Beaten and tossed about | |
| By the sullen winds that blow | |
| From the desolate shores of doubt,— | |
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| When the anchors that faith had cast | 5 |
| Are dragging in the gale, | |
| I am quietly holding fast | |
| To the things that cannot fail: | |
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| I know that right is right; | |
| That it is not good to lie; | 10 |
| That love is better than spite, | |
| And a neighbor than a spy; | |
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| I know that passion needs | |
| The leash of a sober mind; | |
| I know that generous deeds | 15 |
| Some sure reward will find; | |
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| That the rulers must obey; | |
| That the givers shall increase; | |
| That Duty lights the way | |
| For the beautiful feet of Peace;— | 20 |
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| In the darkest night of the year, | |
| When the stars have all gone out, | |
| That courage is better than fear, | |
| That faith is truer than doubt; | |
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| And fierce though the fiends may fight, | 25 |
| And long though the angels hide, | |
| I know that Truth and Right | |
| Have the universe on their side; | |
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| And that somewhere, beyond the stars, | |
| Is a Love that is better than fate; | 30 |
| When the night unlocks her bars | |
| I shall see Him, and I will wait. | |
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