November 7

I will never leave thee.

YEA, Lord, I know it, teach me yet anew With what a fierce and patient purity

I must confront the horror of the world.

For very little space on either hand

Parts the same mind from madness; very soon

By the intenser pressure of one thought

Or clearer vision of one agony

The soothfast reason trembles, all things fade

In blackness, and the demon enters in.—

I would I never may be left of Thee,

O God, my God, in whatsoever ill;

Be present while Thou strikest, thus shall grow

At least a solemn patience with the pain.

FREDERIC

W. H.

MYERS,

St. John

the Baptist

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THE VICTORY