Faith

Better trust all and be deceived,
And weep that trust and that deceiving,
Than doubt one heart that, if believed,
Had blessed one’s life with true believing.

O, in this mocking world too fast
The doubting fiend o’ertakes our youth;
Better be cheated to the last
Than lose the blessed hope of truth.

Frances Anne Kemble-Butler

3 comments

1. Dolphin says:

   beautiful poem……….

   April 27th, 2006 at 10:10 pm

2. Kunal Goel says:

   thx

   April 28th, 2006 at 12:53 am

3. raghav says:

   lovely

   April 28th, 2006 at 11:16 am

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