There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
My mind is clouded with a doubt.
I am going a long way With these thou sestif indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith She reels not at the storm of warring words She brightens at the clash of 'Yes' and 'No' She sees the best that glimmers through the worst She feels the sun is hid for the night She spies the summer through the winter bud She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls She hears the lark within the songless egg She finds the fountain where they wailed 'Mirage'
Faith lives in honest doubt.
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