| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXI. Interlude
Epochs
viii. Faith | | By Emma Lazarus (1849–1887) |
| | | SHE feels outwearied, as though o’er her head | |
| A storm of mighty billows broke and passed. | |
| Whose hand upheld her? Who her footsteps led | |
| To this green haven of sweet rest at last? | |
| What strength was hers, unreckoned and unknown? | 5 |
| What love sustained when she was most alone?… | |
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| Though by no reason she be justified, | |
| Yet strangely brave in Evil’s very face, | |
| She deems this want must needs be satisfied, | |
| Though here all slips from out her weak embrace. | 10 |
| And in blind ecstasy of perfect faith, | |
| With her own dream her prayer she answereth. | | | | |
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