FRIEND, 'mid the complex and unnumbered creeds Which meet and jostle on this mortal scene, And sometimes fight @3a l'outrance@1, I perceive Some precious seed of truth ennobling all: Encased, it may be, like the mummy's wheat, Locked in dead forms, yet waiting but a breath Of honest air, an inch of wholesome soil, To bloom and flourish heavenward; therefore, friend, Walk hand in hand with clear-eyed Charity, And Faith sublime, though simple, like a child's, Who feels through densest midnight, next his own, The loving throb of a kind father's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH IN A CHURCH-YARD IN CHARLESTON, SOUTH CAROLINA by AMY LOWELL THE BALINESE WITCH DOCTOR by KAREN SWENSON IN HOSPITAL: 21. ROMANCE by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IN THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING by DANIEL BEDINGER LUCAS IRELAND (1847) by DENIS FLORENCE MCCARTHY DRINKING SONG (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 33. LOVE KEEPS ALL THINGS IN ORDER by PHILIP AYRES |