The righteous man No harmful shaft can reach the righteous man, Standing erect amid the storms of hate, Defying hurt and injury and ban, Surrounded by the trembling slaves of Fate. Majestic in the strength of silent power, Serene he stands, nor changes not nor turns ; Patient and firm in suffering’s darkest hour, Time bends to him, and death and doom he spurns. Wrath’s lurid lightnings round about him play, And hell’s deep thunders roll about his head ; Yet heeds he not, for him they cannot slay Who stands whence earth and time and space are fled. Sheltered by deathless love, what fear hath
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