Lord Alfred Tennyson

There lies more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the
creeds.

There lies more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the
creeds.

And o'er the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the read more

And o'er the hills and far away,
Beyond their utmost purple rim,
Beyond the night, across the day,
Thro' all the world she followed him.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel
force,
Something better than his dog, read more

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel
force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse.

How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!

How much of injustice and depravity is sanctioned by custom!

Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all read more

Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him, and though he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.