The things that I believe
--These things are life to me.
Some all the senses might deceive,
For some I cannot see;
But in the tempest fierce and old
I feel their strong truth grip and hold.
The things that I believe
--I cannot let them go;
And empty-hearted grope and grieve
In darkness and in woe.
So, God, I thank my every star
They are no fewer than they are.