Robert
Keable .
But in
the
dark
harsh
night beyond
the
gate
Wherein
He went alone and
dumb
to
doom ,
My soul went down
to
hell
and
read
its
fate
,
And
rose
again
to
serve
Him
,
and
to
wait
.
I
knew
His weakness
called
me
to
be
strong
;
I
knew
that
I
must travel
where He
trod
;
And that
,
although
the
path
be hard
and
long
,
His
eyes would
pierce me yet
,
alive with
song
.
It
has
been
so:
and
never
did
I
doubt
His
word
that
lakeside
morning
by
the
fire
;
First
battle
;
then
the
song
of
them
that
shout
!
Go
quickly
,
lad
;
they
come
to
lead me out
.
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