Faith
Ada Cambridge
1844 to 1926
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And is the Great Cause lost beyond recall?
Have the hopes of ages come to nought?
Is Life more with noble meaning fraught?
Is Life but Death, Love its funeral pall?
Maybe. But still on bended I fall,
Filled with a faith no preacher ever taught.
Oh God my God, by no false prophet wrought,
believe still, in despite of it all!
Let go myths and creeds of groping men.
This clay knows the Potter understands.
I own that Power divine beyond ken,
And still can leave me in His shaping hands.
But, O my God, that madest me to feel!
the anguish of the turning wheel.