Faith—is it more than a meek despair?
Truth—than one’s own note echoed in air?
Hope—than his dawn’s bright dew?
O hush’d Heaven, but what would I give,
How would I love, and how would I live,
To know the soul’s tale to be true!
Faith—is it more than a meek despair?
Truth—than one’s own note echoed in air?
Hope—than his dawn’s bright dew?
O hush’d Heaven, but what would I give,
How would I love, and how would I live,
To know the soul’s tale to be true!