Faith lives in honest doubt.

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.

But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have kill'd their Christ.

One so small Who knowing nothing knows but to obey.

Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.

O last regret, regret can die!