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.

Yesterdays. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay & Hancock, 1916.

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