 | [Poems by Cary in] The Poetical Works Of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
[Hope in our hearts doth only stay]
Hope in our hearts doth only stay
Like a traveler at an inn,
Who riseth up at the break of day
His journey to begin.
Like a traveler at an inn,
Who riseth up at the break of day
His journey to begin.
Faith, when her soul has known the blight
Of noisy doubts and fears,
Goes thenceforward clad in the light
Of the still eternal years.
Of noisy doubts and fears,
Goes thenceforward clad in the light
Of the still eternal years.
Truth is truth: no more in the prayers
Of the righteous Pharisee;
No less in the humblest sinner that wears
This poor mortality.
Of the righteous Pharisee;
No less in the humblest sinner that wears
This poor mortality.
But Love is greatest of all: no loss
Can shadow its face with gloom,—
As glorious hanging on the cross
As breaking out of the tomb.
Can shadow its face with gloom,—
As glorious hanging on the cross
As breaking out of the tomb.
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