FAITH.

Faith is the subtle chain

Which binds us to the infinite; the voice

Of a deep life within, that will remain

Until we crowd it thence.

_Sonnet: Faith_. E.O. SMITH.

Nor less I deem that there are Powers

Which of themselves our minds impress;

That we can feed this mind of ours

In a wise passiveness.

_Expostulation and Reply_. W. WORDSWORTH.

One in whom persuasion and belief

Had ripened into faith, and faith become

A passionate intuition.

_The Excursion, B. VII_. W. WORDSWORTH.

Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of Death,

To break the shock blind nature cannot shun,

And lands Thought smoothly on the further shore.

_Night Thoughts, Night IV_. DR. E. YOUNG.

A bending staff I would not break,

A feeble faith I would not shake,

Nor even rashly pluck away

The error which some truth may stay,

Whose loss might leave the soul without

A shield against the shafts of doubt.

_Questions of Life_. J.G. WHITTIER.

I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,

And gather dust and chaff, and call

To what I feel is Lord of all,

And faintly trust the larger hope.

_In Memoriam, LIV_. A. TENNYSON.

The Power that led his chosen, by pillared cloud and flame,

Through parted sea and desert waste, that Power is still the Same;

He fails not--He--the loyal hearts that firm on Him rely;

So put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry.[A]

_Oliver's Advice_. COLONEL W. BLACKER.

[Footnote A: Cromwell, once when his troops were about crossing a

river to attack the enemy, concluded an address with these words: "Put

your trust in God; but mind to keep your powder dry."]

If faith produce no works, I see

That faith is not a living tree.

Thus faith and works together grow;

No separate life they e'er can know:

They're soul and body, hand and heart:

What God hath joined, let no man part.

_Dan and Jane_. H. MORE.

Whose faith has centre everywhere,

Nor cares to fix itself to form.

_In Memoriam, XXXIII_. A. TENNYSON.

But who with filial confidence inspired,

Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,

And smiling say, My Father made them all.

_The Task, Bk. V. Winter Morning Walk_. W. COWPER.

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