He's True To God Who's True To

Against The Windows The Storm Comes Dashing, Through Tattered Foliage The Hail Tears Crashing, The Blue Lightning Flashes, The Rapid Hail Clashes... The Thunder Is Rumbling And Crashing And Crumbling.

Tiny Salmoneus Of The Air His Mimic Bolts The Firefly Threw.

Great Truths Are Portions Of The Soul Of Man; Great Souls Are Portions Of Eternity.

Slow Are The Steps Of Freedom, But Her Feet Turn Never Backward.

Fate Loves Best Such Syllables As Are Sweet And Sonorous On The Tongue.