In Deo Fides.

Almighty God! Supreme! Most High!
    Before Thy throne, in reverence, we kneel;
We cannot realize Thine infinity;
    Beholding not, we can Thy presence feel;
Though veiled impenetrably, Thou dost reveal
Such evidence as clouds cannot conceal!

Acknowledged, though unseen, Almighty Power!
    Within its secret depths, the bosom pays
In pleasure's or affliction's calmer hour,
    The heart's sincerest offering of praise;
Intuitive, unuttered prayers arise
Without the outstretched arms, or reverently clos-ed eyes.

Down deep within the soul's mysterious seat,
    The voice of reason, and inherent sense,
Admits Thy Sovereign Power, and doth entreat
    The guidance of a Just Omnipotence;
Thus doth the human essence e'er depend
On that Supreme. Eternal. Without End.

Supreme, Mysterious Power! Whate'er Thou be,
    Can e'er our mortal natures comprehend,
This side the veil which shrouds futurity,
    Thy Wisdom, Power, and Love? The end
Of all conclusions, reasoned o'er and o'er,
We know Thou dost exist! Can we know more?

Alfred Castner King

Alfred Castner King was an American poet. He is recognized for his significant contributions to American poetry. Despite battling with blindness, his disability did not deter him from crafting poetry that captivated many readers. King often wrote about nature and personal experiences, reflecting a deep appreciation for the world around him and the nuances of human emotion.

Alfred Castner King

Dying Hymn.

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If I Have Lived Before.

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Deprive This Strange and Complex World.

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I Think When I Stand in the Presence of Death.

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In every clime adored,
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I.
Doubt no longer that the Highest is the wisest and the best,
Let not all that saddens Nature blight thy hope or break thy rest,
Quail not at the fiery mountain, at the shipwreck, or the rolling
Thunder, or the rending earthquake, or the famine, or the pest!

II.
Neither mourn if human creeds be lower than the hearts desire!
Thro the gates that bar the distance comes a gleam of what is higher.
Wait till Death has flung them open, when the man will make the Maker
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Lover Divine, and Perfect Comrade!
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Complete in Body, and dilate in Spirit,
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Or thee, Old Cause, when'er advancing;
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All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts,
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Serene in his unconquerable might
Endued[,] the Almighty King, his steadfast throne
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And darkness and deep solitude an awe
Stood like a black cloud on some aery cliff
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Unnumbered glorious spirits trembling stood
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Heaven's multitudes hymned everlasting praise.

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