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Scepticism With Regard To The Gospels
Strange words are these, that little now we knowOf Him, who lived in ancient Palestine;
And mighty works performed so long ago,
Which all the ages since have called divine.
That all is legend, mystery, which we read
Of Him, who died mankind from death to save;
He, who man from death, and error freed,
Himself became the trophy of the grave.
Ah faithless age! which cannot see the light,
E'en though it does with noon-day brightness beam;
Which boasts its Science and its clearer sight,
Yet calls the Gospel histories but a dream.
It is not that the Light has never shined,
Nor shineth still; but we to it are blind!
Poem No. 446; c. 31 October 1868
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