The faithless faith, that is not passionate, But cold, correct, of quiet dignity, At ease within its house of certainty; The faith that question doth intimidate, A form of words on which to ruminate; The faithless faith that knows no jubilee, That risks no battle, wins no victory, No triumph of its own can celebrate? Or faith that knows the stormy moods, that cries In wrath at wrong, now in pity weeps, Now doubts, questions, feels itself forsaken Upon its cross amidst the darkening skies, And yet strives on, its steadfast purpose keeps, And meets the night's deep dark and death unshaken? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLEAR AND COLDER; BOSTON COMMON by ROBERT FROST OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE WALKING MAN OF RODIN by CARL SANDBURG ISN'T IT ROMANTIC by KAREN SWENSON |