Garland

With Whom is no Variableness, Neither Shadow of Turning

It fortifies my soul to know

That, though I perish, Truth is so:

That, howsoe'er I stray and range,

Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change.

I steadier step when I recall

That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.

-- Arthur Hugh Clough (1819-1861)

I found a newspaper cutting of this in my late father's wallet. I like it.