FRIEND, 'mid the complex and unnumbered creeds Which meet and jostle on this mortal scene, And sometimes fight @3a l'outrance@1, I perceive Some precious seed of truth ennobling all: Encased, it may be, like the mummy's wheat, Locked in dead forms, yet waiting but a breath Of honest air, an inch of wholesome soil, To bloom and flourish heavenward; therefore, friend, Walk hand in hand with clear-eyed Charity, And Faith sublime, though simple, like a child's, Who feels through densest midnight, next his own, The loving throb of a kind father's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN ENVOY: 5. TO MY NAME-CHILD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WHERE GO THE BOATS? by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LUCY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MAN AN' MOOSE by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) CHORUS OF A SONG THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY ALBERT CHEVALIER by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |