Faith

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Faith

Earth, if aught should check thy race,

Rushing through unfended space,

Headlong, stayless, thou wilt fall

Into yonder glowing ball!”

“Beggar of the universe,

Faithless as an empty purse!

Sent abroad to cool and tame,

Think’st I fear my native flame?”

“If thou never on thy track

Turn thee round and hie thee back,

Thou wilt wander evermore,

Outcast, cold⁠—a comet hoar!”

“While I sweep my ring along

In an air of joyous song,

Thou art drifting, heart awry,

From the sun of liberty!”