Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.
My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind.
Far from the world I walk, and from all care.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.