FAITH.
A little boat, out'aunched on troublous seas, To reach a port it wots not of ; to reach Or sink ; or still, though seeming sinking, reach : And thus our life. Yet there be some That reck not wave nor tempest, rock nor calm — Upheld through all by what we men call "Faith." So high, so true, those voyageurs of heart, 'Twould seem that Faith, and only Faith, on earth Oan comfort bring ; an all-abiding trust That, spite of buffetings and sternesses And storms, that haven we desire In due time we shall see, — that He Who set us forth will draw us safe at last. — Gr. L. Tacon,
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New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume VII, Issue 2, 1 November 1902, Page 121
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108FAITH. New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume VII, Issue 2, 1 November 1902, Page 121
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