I am borne onward from the faith of my fathers, It is far behind me, like a fading song, But sometimes I am homesick for its triumphant certainties, I who must break my heart to learn the right from the wrong. All that I long for, shrink from or strive against, I must weigh in balances, frail but my own, My fathers each one had a guardian angel, They leant upon them -- I am alone. |