Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
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Spirit of a Great Control, Gird me with thy strength and might, Essence of the Over-Soul-- Fill me, thrill me with thy light; Though the waves of sorrow beat Madly at my very feet, Though the night and storm are near, Teach me that I need not fear. Though the clouds obscure the sky, When the tempest sweeps the lands, Still about, below, on high, God’s great solar system stands. Never yet a star went out. What have I to fear or doubt?-- I, a part of this great whole, Governed by the Over-Soul. Like the great eternal hills, Like the rock that fronts the wave, Let me meet all earthly ills With a fearless heart and brave; Like the earth that drinks the rain, Let me welcome floods of pain, Till I grow in strength to be Worthy of my source in Thee.
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