Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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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.

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Black Charger
3. At Set of Sun
4. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
5. Be Not Attached

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