DOUBT.

Freethought Review, Volume I, Issue 7, 1 April 1884, Page 13

DOUBT.

You say, but ■with no touch of scorn, Sweet-hearted, you whose light blue eyes Are tender over drowning flies, You tell me doubt is devil-born. I know not ; one indeed I knew, In many a subtle question versed, Who touched a jarring lyre at first, But ever strove to make it true. Perplexed in faith, but pure in deeds, At last he beat his music out, There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds. He fought his doubts and gathered strength, He would not make his judgment blind, He faced the spectres of the mind, And laid them : thus he came at length To find a stronger faith his own, And. Power was with him in the night, Which makes the darkness and the light, And dwells not in the light alone. Tennyson.