VIII.
But happy he who passes on unharm’d,
Safe guarded in the hour of seeming ill;
He ever finds the threat’ning foe disarm’d,
Who, while he looks to earth, looks heavenward still.
The mental eye may gaze on Zion’s hill,
And seek protection from a power divine;
Though sorrows deep the heart with anguish fill,
And hope seems driven from its earthly shrine;
Yet beams from Heaven may still amid the darkness shine.