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Alfred H. Miles, ed.  The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century.  1907.
Olrig Grange (1872) (Selected Lines).
I. “But my Faith is not gone”
By Walter Chalmers Smith (1824–1908)
Loquitur Thorold

  BUT my Faith is not gone, although
    At times it seems to fade away.
  I would I were as long ago;
    I cling to God, and strive to say,
    The devil and all his reasons Nay:        5
  But in the crucible of thought
  Old forms dissolve, nor have I got,
    Or seem to wish, new moulds of clay
To limit the boundless truth I sought.
  Can the great God be aught but vague,        10
    Bounded by no horizon, save
  What feeble minds create to plague
    High Reason with? We madly crave
    For definite truth, and make a grave,
  Through too much certainty precise,        15
  And logical distinction nice,
    For all the little Faith we have,
Buying clear views at a terrible price.
  Too dear, indeed, to part with Faith
    For forms of logic about God,        20
  And walk in lucid realms of death,
    Whose paths incredible are trod
    By no soul living. Faith’s abode
  Is mystery for evermore;
  Its life to worship and adore,        25
    And meekly bow beneath the rod,
When the day is dark, and the burden sore.

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