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The Legend Of Faith THEY say the Lord of time and all the worlds, Came to us once, a feeble, new-born child ; All-wise, yet dumb ; weak, though omnipotent: Surely a heaven-sent vision, for it tells How innocence is godlike. And the Lord Renews, through childhood, to our world-dimmed eyes, The half forgotten splendours of the skies. And because motherhood is sacreder And purer far than any fatherhood, White flowers are fairer than red fruit, and sense Brings some retributive pain ; the virgin queen Sits 'mid the stars, and cloistered courts are filled With vain regrets, dead lives, and secret sighs, And the long pain of weary litanies. And because we, who stand upon the shore, See the cold wave sweep up and take with it'.- White spotless souls, and others lightly soiled, Yet with no stain God deems indelible : These are His saints mighty to intercede, Those in some dim far country tarry, and there Are purified ; and both are reached by prayer. And as the faith once given changes not, But we are weak as water ; yet is life A process, and where growth is not is death. God gave His priests infallible power to tell The true faith as it is, and how it grew : And lo ! the monstrous cycle shows complete, And the Church brings the nations to her feet. Lewis Morris's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1253 |
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