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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.
With Whom is no Variableness, Neither Shadow of Turning
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I have always loved this poem. It touches me because beneath the sweet hopefulness is the sadness of not having something firm to believe in. Truth, even beginning with a capital letter, cannot be a deity because it is inhuman. You cannot appeal to it, only observe it. Nevertheless, the rhythm of the poem made it easy for me to learn it by heart.