William Dean Howells (Уильям Дин Хоуэллс)

What Shall It Profit?

IF I lay waste and wither up with doubt
The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith
Possessed itself serenely safe from death;
If I deny the things past finding out;
Or if I orphan my own soul of One
That seemed a Father, and make void the place
Within me where He dwelt in power and grace,
What do I gain by that I have undone?

1. The Two Wives
2. The Sarcastic Fair
3. Living
4. Saint Christopher
5. A Poet

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1868

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