If you cast out
Into the outer darkness of your mind
All about which you can conceive a doubt,
Or find some strange and vain excuse to flout,
Or charge to ages credulous and blind,
All about which the whole world is not sure,
My friend, you will be pitifully poor.
If your faith clings
To all the good, and beautiful, and right,
That the experience of ages brings,
And offers as the necessary things
That stand forever by truth’s simple might,
Believing each till it is found untrue,
The heart’s unmeasured riches are for you.