Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt; He, They, One, All; within, without; The Power in darkness whom we guess; I
found Him not in world or sun,
If
e’er when faith had fall’n asleep,
A
warmth within the breast would melt
No,
like a child in doubt and fear:
And
what I am beheld again
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