A Sonnet of Faith

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I am not daunted by the show of things,Nor do I pass them with averted eyes,Feigning I do not see, nor on the wingsOf fair deluding fancy lightly riseAnd from afar the radiant world beholdIn happy silence spinning smoothly by.--Nay, but by night and day, in heat and cold,Among the multitudes who toil and dieI come and go observant, near at hand,Regarding Life with eyes that do not shrink:I see the victor on his carrion stand,And see in impious blood the vanquished sink,Yea, even behold where waits the delvèd sod,Yet sing unfaltering of the soul and God.

© William Gay