The hope a haven, and the wound a balm;
Because the light, dim seen in Reason’s dream,
On all alike, through faith alone, could stream.
God willed support to weakness, joy to grief,
And so descended from His throne, Belief!
Sir E. B. Lytton.
To reason less is to imagine more;
They most aspire, who, meekly, most adore—
Therefore the God-like Comforter’s decree—