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REASON AND FAITH.
“When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me, until I
went into the sanctuary of God.”—Ps. lxxiii. 16, 17.
How many are the mysteries that lie
Along life's winding ways, and vex the mind
With restless speculation, vague and blind:
In vain doth Reason hold her torch on high
To trace the round of calm Infinity,
In all its sapphire clearness; in the gloom
She gropes, until she stumbles o'er a tomb;
Earth's roof of cloud to her is all the sky.
But Faith, while in the temple-court she keeps
Her midnight watch, sees up the azure deeps
God's name in starry cipher written fair,—
The vision of His Wisdom, Power, and Love,
Serenely throned these drifting mists above,
Revealed unto the upward gaze of Prayer.
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