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The Safe
Retreat
When the storm clouds rise and the
sky is dark,
When opressed with anxious
care;
I've a safe retreat in the strong
high tower,
For no ill can harm me
there.
When the lightnings flash and the
thunders roll,
And the storms in fury
beat;
When they seem so sure to engulf my
soul,
Then I hide in the safe
retreat.
Soon the storms will pass and the
sky will clear,
And my rest be calm and
sweet;
I
will trust and wait with no anxious
fear,
For I hide in the safe
retreat.
I
will hide in the safe retreat...
I
will hide in the safe retreat:
When the storm coulds
fly
Till they pass me by
I
will hide in the safe retreat.
(
B. Elliott Warren, 1926 )
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