No wonder that such a good man, being also a gifted man, was led to write:

I say to thee, do thou repeat

To the first man thou mayest meet
In lane, highway, or open street-

That he and we and all men move
Under a canopy of love,

As broad as the blue sky above;

That doubt and trouble, fear and pain
And anguish, all are shadows vain,
That death itself shall not remain;

That weary deserts we may tread,
A dreary labyrinth may thread,
Through dark ways underground be led;

Yet, if we will one Guide obey,
The dreariest path, the darkest way
Shall issue out in heavenly day.

XIV.

Martin Luther

And Some Hymns from the German