Classic Poem

God is about us in this dangerous place,
Therefore at sight of Fear quail not, nor start;
But listen, with a hushed, untroubled heart,
To His high voice whose music fills the space
'Tween us, and heaven, and him. Face unto face,
As the first Prophet did, if pure thou art,
Thou mayst behold his look; and He will part
Thee and all fearful Ills, should they embrace
Thee closer than they do; and with his power
Beat down thy foes as foes to Him and good;
And lend thee such protection as a flower
Gains from the mighty Oak, when tempests brood
How most they may destroy, with blast and shower,
Summer's frail charms.—Then dread not this rude solitude.