Faith iz the rite bower ov Hope.
If it want for faith, thare would be no living in this world. We
couldn't even eat hash with enny safety, if it want for faith.
Human knowledge is very short, and don't reach but a little ways, and
even that little ways iz twilite; but faith lengthens out the road, and
makes it light, so that we kan see tew read the letterings on the mile
stuns.
Faith haz won more viktorys than all the other pashuns or sentiments ov
the heart and hed put together.
Faith iz one ov them warriors who dont kno when she iz whipped.
But Faith iz no milksop, but a live fighter. She dont set down and gro
stupid with resignashun, and git weak with the buty ov her attributes;
but she iz the heroine ov forlorn Hope--she feathers her arrows with
reazon, and fires rite at the bull's eye ov fate.
I think now if i couldn't hav but one ov the moral attributes, i would
take it all in faith--red hot faith I mean; and tho i mite make sum fust
rate blunders, i would do a rushing bizzness amung the various dri bones
thare iz laying around loose in this world.