90 ^asston jFIofotr. 
Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death, 
To break the shock blind nature cannot shun, 
And lands thought smoothly on the further shore. 
Young. 
True faith nor biddeth nor abideth form. 
The bended knee, the eye uplift is all 
Which man need render; all which God can bear. 
What to the faith are forms? A passing speck, 
A crow upon the sky. 
Bailey. 
Faith is the subtle chain 
That binds us to the Infinite: the voice 
Of a deep life within, that will remain 
Until we crowd it thence. 
Mrs. E. Oakes Smith. 
Naught shall prevail against us, or disturb 
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold 
Is full of blessings. 
Wordsworth. 
Ah, no! my dying lips shall close, 
Unaltered love, as faith professing; 
Nor (praising Him who life bestows) 
Forget who makes that life a blessing. 
My last address to Heaven is due;— 
My last but one I give to you. 
Lovibond. 
