Alfred, Lord Tennyson

by thisismypicture

That which we dare invoke to bless;
Our dearest faith; our ghastlies doubt;
He, They, One, All; within, without;
The Power in darkness whom we guess;

I found him not in world or sun,
Or eagle’s wing, or insect’s eye;
Nor through the questons men may try,
The petty cobwebs we have spun:

If e’er when faith had fallen asleep,
I heard a voice “believe no more”
And heard an ever-braeking shore
That tumbled in the Godless deep;

A warmth within the breast would melt
The freezing reason’s colder part,
And like a man in wrath the heart
Stood up and answered “I have felt.”

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