Faith
- The faint lose faith
- When in the tomb their all is laid,
- And there returns
- No echoing of weal or woe.
- The strong hope on,
- They see the clods close over head,
- The grass grow green.
- No word is said.
- And yet —
- A little world within the world
- Are we,
- Daily our hearts’ high yearnings fade,
- Are buried!
- New ones are made, —
- Are crucified!
- And yet —