Who doubts has met defeat ere blows can fall; Who doubts must die with no palm in his hand; Who doubts shall never be of that high band Which clearly answer—Present! to Death's call. For Faith is life, and, though a funeral pall Veil our fair Hope, and on our promised land A mist malignant hang, if Faith but stand Among our ruins, we shall conquer all. O faithful soul, that knew no doubting low; O Faith incarnate, lit by Hope's strong flame, And led by Faith's own cross to dare all ill And find our world!—but more than this we owe To thy true heart; thy pure and glorious name Is one clear trumpet call to Faith and Will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRINDSTONE by ROBERT FROST SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 21 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WORK WITHOUT HOPE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO by CHARLES LAMB THE SALZBURG CHIMES by HENRY ALFORD ECHO by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS CHARACTERS: MRS. FENTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |