Harold
Monro .
heneverly
and
indo
without
asleep
.
Like wax
upon
the
water
;
in
all
deep
Unholy
stagnant
calm
,
I
seem
to
have
felt
Him
like
a
presence
heavily
asleep
.
To
me He slumbers without
scheme
or
form
,
Unheedingly
and
indolently
calm
:
He never
raised
a
wind
,
or
quelled
a
storm
,
Or
saved
a
shipwrecked
mariner
from
harm
.
We
go
our ways
.
He
sleeps
;
I
sail
the
sea
:
I
never
heard
His
voice however
dim
.
If
He exists
,
He never
thinks
of
me
,
And
so
I
scarcely
ever
think
of
Him
.
Of what avail
to
worship
Him
and
sue
,
As men
are wont
in
every
land
I'
ve
trod
;
He
cannot
hear
[
Andrea
enters
.
Ah
,
comrade
,
what
say
you
?
Henry
.
Aye
,
thou
hast fought His
battles
—
John
.
Who
is
God
?
Andrea
God
is
all
action
.
It
is
He who
cares
For
each
man
singly
when
the
battle
rolls
.
He loves
us
so
He even
counts
our
hairs
.
He keeps
a
special
record
of
our
souls
.
He
guards
the nations
in
adversity
;
He
sends
them
forth
on
their
appointed
ways
.
Fear
Him
!
He
is
the Lord
of
Hosts
—
and He
Listens
whenever
anybody
prays
.
He never
sleeps
,
but watches
day
and night
;
God
is
the God
of
thunder
,
not
of
thought
:
[
Dives
enters
.
He draws
His
sword
in
every
righteous fight
Dives
.
Who
?
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