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