Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.

The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

My mind is clouded with a doubt.

Faith is believing what we cannot prove.