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Alfred Lord Tennyson - In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit: 124.
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That which we dare invoke to bless;
        Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;
        He, They, One, All; within, without;
    The Power in darkness whom we guess;
    I found Him not in world or sun,
        Or eagle`s wing, or insect`s eye;
        Nor thro` the questions men may try,
    The petty cobwebs we have spun:
    If e`er when faith had fall`n asleep,
       I heard a voice, "Believe no more,"
       And heard an ever-breaking shore
   That tumbled in the Godless deep,

   A warmth within the breast would melt
       The freezing reason`s colder part,
       And like a man in wrath the heart
   Stood up and answer`d, "I have felt."

   No, like a child in doubt and fear:
       But that blind clamour made me wise;
       Then was I as a child that cries,
   But crying, knows his father near;

   And what I am beheld again
       What is, and no man understands;
       And out of darkness came the hands
   That reach thro` nature, moulding men.
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