If e’er faith had fallen asleep

I hear a voice ‘believe no more’

And heard an ever-breaking shore

That tumbles in the Godless deep.

 

A warmth within the breast would melt

The freezing Reason’s colder part,

And like a man in wrath the heart

Stood up and answer’d ‘I have felt.’

 

No, like a child in doubt and fear:

But that blind clamour made me wise.

And was I as a child that cries

But, crying knows his Father is near.”

Tennyson