Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry. Volume IV. The Higher Life. 1904. | | | | III. Faith: Hope: Love: Service | | Doubt and Faith | | Alfred, Lord Tennyson (18091892) |
| | From In Memoriam, XCV. YOU say, but with no touch of scorn, | |
| Sweet-hearted, you, whose light-blue eyes | |
| Are tender over drowning flies, | |
| You tell me, doubt is Devil-born. | |
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| I know not: one indeed I knew | 5 |
| In many a subtle question versed, | |
| Who touched a jarring lyre at first, | |
| But ever strove to make it true: | |
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| Perplext in faith, but pure in deeds, | |
| At last he beat his music out. | 10 |
| There lives more faith in honest doubt, | |
| Believe me, than in half the creeds. | |
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| He fought his doubts and gathered strength, | |
| He would not make his judgment blind, | |
| He faced the spectres of the mind | 15 |
| And laid them: thus he came at length | |
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| To find a stronger faith his own; | |
| And Power was with him in the night, | |
| Which makes the darkness and the light, | |
| And dwells not in the light alone, | 20 |
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| But in the darkness and the cloud, | |
| As over Sinais peaks of old, | |
| While Israel made their gods of gold, | |
| Although the trumpet blew so loud. | | | | |
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