THE LEGEND GLORIFIED.

By James Whitcomb Riley

“I deem that God is not disquieted” —

This in a mighty poet's rhymes I read;

And blazoned so forever doth abide

Within my soul the legend glorified.

Though awful tempests thunder overhead,

I deem that God is not disquieted,—

The faith that trembles somewhat yet is sure

Through storm and darkness of a way secure.

Bleak winters, when the naked spirit hears

The break of hearts, through stinging sleet of tears,

I deem that God is not disquieted;

Against all stresses am I clothed and fed.

Nay, even with fixed eyes and broken breath,

My feet dip down into the tides of death,

Nor any friend be left, nor prayer be said,

I deem that God is not disquieted.