Faith is a passionate intuition.
Faith is a passionate intuition.
'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
We must be free or die who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell To which, in silence hushed, his very soul listened intensely for from within were heard Murmurings whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea. Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of faith and there are times, I doubt not, when to you it doth impart Authentic tidings of invisible things, Of ebb and flow, and ever enduring power, And central peace, subsisting at the heart Of endless Agitation.
And 't is my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out.
One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition.
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