Poem by Arthur Hugh Clough

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. 

1. Currente Calamo
2. In the Great Metropolis
3. Cold Comfort
4. Selene
5. Epi-strauss-ium

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