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Faith: not wanting to know what is true
How many things served us yesterday for articles of faith, which today are fables to us!
The disease with which the human mind now labors is want of faith
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
Weak is the Will of Man
The true faith discovered was
When painted panel, statuary,
Glass-mosaic, window-glass,
Amended what was told awry
By some peasant gospeler.
When painted panel, statuary,
Glass-mosaic, window-glass,
Amended what was told awry
By some peasant gospeler.
The Tower, 1928. Wisdom
All we have gained then by our unbelief
Is a life of doubt diversified by faith,
For one of faith diversified by doubt:
We called the chess-board white we call it black.
Is a life of doubt diversified by faith,
For one of faith diversified by doubt:
We called the chess-board white we call it black.
Bishop Blougram's Apology
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt,
And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith;
She reels not at the storm of warring words;
She brightens at the clash of 'Yes' and 'No';
She sees the best that glimmers through the worst;
She feels the sun is hid for the night;
She spies the summer through the winter bud;
She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls;
She hears the lark within the songless egg;
She finds the fountain where they wailed 'Mirage!'
And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith;
She reels not at the storm of warring words;
She brightens at the clash of 'Yes' and 'No';
She sees the best that glimmers through the worst;
She feels the sun is hid for the night;
She spies the summer through the winter bud;
She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls;
She hears the lark within the songless egg;
She finds the fountain where they wailed 'Mirage!'
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