I falter where I firmly trod, 



And falling with my weight of cares 

 Upon the great world's altar-stairs 



That slope thro' darkness up to God. 



I stretch lame hands of faith and grope, 

 And gather dust and chaff, and call 

 To what I feel is Lord of all, 



And faintly trust the larger hope. 



TEXKYSON'S " In Memoriam.' 



