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The Doubter lays aside his book	A
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Answered a score of times Oh looked for teacher	B
is this all you will teach me I in the dark	C
reaching my hand for you to help me forth	D
to the happy sunshine where you stand Oh shame	E
to be in the dark there prisoned answer you	F
there are ledges somewhere there by which strong feet	G
might scale to daylight I would lift you out	H
with just a touch but that your need's so slight	I
for there are ledges And I grope and strain	J
think I've found footing and slip baffled back	K
slip maybe deeper downwards Oh my guide	L
I find no ledges help me say at least	M
where they are placed that I may know to seek	N
But you in anger Nay wild wilful soul	O
thou will rot in the dark God's sunshine here	P
at thy prison's very lip blame not the guide	L
have I not told thee there is footing for thee	Q
and so you leave me and with even tread	R
guide men along the highway where I think	S
they need you less	T
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Say 'twas my wanton haste	U
or my drowsed languor my too earthward eyes	V
watching for hedge flowers or my too rapt gaze	W
it the mock sunshine of a sky born cloud	X
that led me blindling here say the black walls	Y
grew round me while I slept or that I built	Z
with ignorant hands a temple for my soul	O
to pray in to herself and that for want	A2
of a window heavenwards a loathsome night	I
of mildew and decay festered upon it	B2
till the rotted pillars fell and tombed me in	C2
let it so be my fault whichever way	D2
must I be left to die A murderer	B
is helped by holy hands to the byway road	E2
that comes at God through shame a thief is helped	F2
A harlot a sleek cozener that prays	W
swindles his customers and gives God thanks	G2
and so to bed with prayers Let them repent	H2
lay let them not repent you'll say These souls	I2
may yet be saved and make a joy in heaven	J2
you are thankful you have found them you whose charge	K2
is healing sin But I hundreds as I	L2
whose sorrow 'tis only to long to know	M2
and know too plainly that we know not yet	N2
we are beyond your mercies You pass by	L2
and note the moral of our fate 'twill point	O2
a Sunday's sermon for we have our use	P2
boggarts to placid Christians in their pews	Q2
Question not prove not lest you grow like these	R2
and then you tell them how we daze ourselves	S2
on problems now so many times resolved	T2
that you'll not re resolve them how we crave	U2
new proofs as once an evil race desired	V2
new signs and could not see for stubbornness	W2
signs given already	Q
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Proofs enough you say	D2
quote precedent Hear Moses and the prophets	X2
I know the answer given across the gulf	Y2
but I know too what Christ did there were proofs	Z2
enough for John and Peter yet He taught	A3
new proofs and meanings to those doubting two	F
who sorrowing walked forth to Emmaus	B3
and came back joyful	C3
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They you'd answer me	Q
if you owned my instance sorrowed in their doubt	H
and did not wholly doubt and loved	D3
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Oh men	E3
who read the age's heart in library books	F3
writ by our fathers this is how you know it	B2
Do we say The old faith is obsolete	G
the world wags all the better let us laugh	G3
we of to day Why will you not divine	H3
the fathomless sorrow of doubt why not divine	H3
the yearning to be lost from it in love	I3
And who doubts wholly That were not to doubt	H
Doubt's to be ignorant not to deny	L2
doubt's to be wistful after perfect faith	J3
You will not think that you come not to us	W2
to ask of us who know doubt what doubt is	K3
but one by one you pass the echoes on	L3
each of his own pulpit each of all the pulpits	M3
and in the swelling sound can never catch	N3
the tremulous voice of doubt that wails in the cold	O3
you make sham thunder for it to outpeal	C3
with your own better thunders	P3
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You wise man	Q3
and worthy utter honest in your will	C3
I love you and I trust you so I thought	A3
Here's one whose love keeps measure to belief	R3
with onward vigorous feet one quick of sight	I
to catch the clue in scholars' puzzle knots	S3
deft to unweave the coil to one straight thread	R
one strong to grapple vague Protean faith	J3
and keep her to his heart in one fixed shape	T3
and living he comes forward in his strength	U3
as to a battlefield to answer challenge	V3
as in a storm to buffet with the waves	W3
for shipwrecked men clutching the frothy crests	X3
and sinking he is stalwart on my side	L
mine who untrained and weaponless have warred	L
at the powers of unbelief and am borne down	Y3
mine who am struggling in the sea for breath	Z3
I looked to you as the sick man in his pain	J
looks to the doctor whose sharp medicines	A4
have the taste of health behind them looked to you	F
for well for a boon different from this	B4
My doctor tells me Why quite long ago	M2
they knew your fever or one very like	C4
and they knew remedies you'll find them named	L
in many ancient writers let those serve	D4
and Thick on the commons by the daily roads	E4
the herbs are growing that give instant strength	U3
to palsied limbs like yours clear such filmed sight	L
you need but eyes to spy them hands to uproot	L
that's all	C3
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All truly	C3
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Strong accustomed eyes	V
strong tutored hands see for me reach for me	C3
But there's a cry like mine rings through the world	L
and no help comes And with slow severing rasp	F4
at our very heart roots the toothed question grates	G4
Do these who know most not know anything	H4
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Oh teachers will you teach us Growing growing	H4
like the great river made of little brooks	F3
our once unrest swells to a smooth despair	I4
stop us those little brooks you say you can	Q3
Oh teachers teach us you who have been taught	L
learn for us you who have learned how to learn	J4
we jostling jostled through the market world	L
where our work lies lack breathing space lack calm	K4
lack skill lack tools lack heart lack everything	H4
for your work of the studies Such roughed minds	L4
we bring to it as when the ploughman tries	V
his hard unpliant fingers at the pen	E3
so toil and smudge then put the blurred scrawl by	L2
unfinished till next holiday comes round	L
Thus maybe I shall die and the blurred scrawl	C3
be still unfinished where I try to write	L
some clear belief enough to get by heart	L
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Die still in the dark Die having lived in the dark	C
there's a sort of creeping horror thinking that	L
'Tis hard too for I yearned for light grew dazed	L
not by my sight's unuse and choice of gloom	M4
but by too bold a gaze at the sun	J2
thinking to apprehend his perfect light	L
not darkly through a glass	N4
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Too bold too bold	L
Would I had been appeased with the earth's wont	L
of helpful daily sunbeams bringing down	Y3
only so much heaven's light as may be borne	O4
heaven's light enough for many a better man	Q3
to see his God by Well but it is done	J2
never in any day shall I now be	C3
as if I had not gazed and seen strange lights	P4
swim amid darknesses against the sky	L2
Never and when I dream as if I saw	Q4
'tis dreaming of the sun and when I yearn	J4
in agony to see still do I yearn	J4
not for the sight I had in happier days	W
but for the eagle's strong gaze at the sun	J2
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Ah well that's after death if all be true	F
Nay but for me never if all be true	F
I love not God because I know Him not	L
I do but long to love Him long and long	R4
with an ineffable great pain of void	L
I cannot say I love Him that not said	L
they of the creeds all tell me I am barred	L
from the very hope of knowing	H4
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Maybe so	M2
for daily I know less 'Tis the old tale	C3
of men lost in the mouldy vaults of mines	S4
or dank crypt cemeteries lamp puffed out	L
guides comrades out of hearing on and on	L3
groping and pushing he makes farther way	D2
from his goal of open daylight Best to wait	L
till some one come to seek him But the strain	J
of such a patience and If no one comes	T4
He cannot wait	L
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If one could hear a voice	U4
Not yet not yet myself have still to find	L
what way to guide you forth but I seek well	C3
I have the lamp you lack I have a chart	L
not yet but hope So might one strongly bear	I4
through the long night att	L

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