With Whom is no Variableness, Neither Shadow of Turning

It fortifies my soul to know
That, though I perish, Truth is so:
That, howsoe'er I stray and range,
Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change.
I steadier step when I recall
That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.

poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!