The World May Rage Without, Quiet Is Here; Statesmen May Toil And Shout, Cynics May Sneer; The Great World, - Let It Go, - June Warmth Be March'S Snow, I Care Not, - Be It So Since I Am Here. Time Was When War'S Alarm Called For A Fear, When Sorrow'S Seeming Harm Hastened A Tear. Naught Care I Now What Foe Threatens, For Scarce I Know How The Year'S Seasons Go Since I Am Here. This Is My Resting-Place Holy And Dear, Where Pain'S Dejected Face May Not Appear; This Is The World To Me, Earth'S Woes I Will Not See, But Rest Contentedly Since I Am Here. Is'T Your Voice Chiding, Love, My Mild Career, My Meek Abiding, Love, Daily So Near? - "Danger And Loss," To Me? Ah, Sweet, I Fear To See No Loss But Loss Of Thee, And I Am Here.