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My faith is rooted in no written creed; / And there are those who call me heretic; / Yet year on year, though I be well or sick / Or opulent, or in the slough of need, / If, light of foot, fair Life trips by me pleasuring, / Or, by the rule of pain, old Time stands measuring / The dull, drab moments-still ascends my cry: / ‘God reigns on high! / He doeth all things well!'
Not much I prize, or one, or any brand / Of theologic lore; nor think too well / Of generally accepted heaven and hell. / But faith and knowledge build at Love's command / A beauteous heaven; a heaven of thought all clarified / Of hate and fear and doubt; a heaven of rarefied / And perfect trust; and from the heaven I cry: / ‘God reigns on high! / Whatever is, is best.'