Who doubts has met defeat ere blows can fall; Who doubts must die with no palm in his hand; Who doubts shall never be of that high band Which clearly answer—Present! to Death's call. For Faith is life, and, though a funeral pall Veil our fair Hope, and on our promised land A mist malignant hang, if Faith but stand Among our ruins, we shall conquer all. O faithful soul, that knew no doubting low; O Faith incarnate, lit by Hope's strong flame, And led by Faith's own cross to dare all ill And find our world!—but more than this we owe To thy true heart; thy pure and glorious name Is one clear trumpet call to Faith and Will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEMPER (1) by GEORGE HERBERT THE HONEYSUCKLE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI RECOMPENSE by DOROTHY MOORE ALFORD WAYCONNELL TOWER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM MEAPLE LEAVES BE YOLLOW by WILLIAM BARNES ISLE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY A HIGHLAND VILLAGE by MATHILDE BLIND |