<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416900" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>We Must Believe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">_'Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief.'_</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We must believe--<br>Being from birth endowed with love and trust--<br>Born unto loving;--and how simply just<br>That love--that faith!--even in the blossom-face<br>The babe drops dreamward in its resting-place,<br>Intuitively conscious of the sure<br>Awakening to rapture ever pure<br>And sweet and saintly as the mother's own,<br>Or the awed father's, as his arms are thrown<br>O'er wife and child, to round about them weave<br>And wind and bind them as one harvest-sheaf<br>Of love--to cleave to, and _forever_ cleave....<br>Lord, I believe:<br>Help Thou mine unbelief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must believe--<br>Impelled since infancy to seek some clear<br>Fulfillment, still withheld all seekers here;--<br>For never have we seen perfection nor<br>The glory we are ever seeking for:<br>But we _have_ seen--all mortal souls as one--<br>Have seen its _promise_, in the morning sun--<br>Its blest assurance, in the stars of night;--<br>The ever-dawning of the dark to light;--<br>The tears down-falling from all eyes that grieve--<br>The eyes uplifting from all deeps of grief,<br>Yearning for what at last we shall receive....<br>Lord, I believe:<br>Help Thou mine unbelief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must believe--<br>For still all unappeased our hunger goes,<br>From life's first waking, to its last repose:<br>The briefest life of any babe, or man<br>Outwearing even the allotted span,<br>Is each a life unfinished--incomplete:<br>For these, then, of th' outworn, or unworn feet<br>Denied one toddling step--O there must be<br>Some fair, green, flowery pathway endlessly<br>Winding through lands Elysian! Lord, receive<br>And lead each as Thine Own Child--even the Chief<br>Of us who didst Immortal life achieve....<br>Lord, I believe:<br>Help Thou mine unbelief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416900" data-title="We Must Believe de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="_'Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief.'_ We must believe-- Being from birth endowed with love and trust-- Born unto loving;--and how simply just That love--that faith!--even in the blossom-face The babe drops dreamward in its resting-place,..."></div> </div> </div>

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