When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure Faith, and at leisure once is he Straightaway he wants to be busy
When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure Faith, and at leisure once is he Straightaway he wants to be busy
In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
Truth lies within ourselves it takes no rise from outward things, whatever you may believe. There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness and to Know rather consists in opening out a way whence the imprisoned splendor may escape than in effecting entry for light supposed to be without.
All we have gained then by our unbelief Is a life of doubt diversified by faith, For one of faith diversified by doubt We called the chess-board whitewe call it black.
I watched my foolish heart expand In the lazy glow of benevolence, O'er the various modes of man's belief.
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