The Realm of Faith, Continued
“Words are like leaves, and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.”
The aim below, ’tis my wish and my hope:
Comply with the decree of Master Pope,
And squander not words, nor waste precious time,
And blight not Doctrine put to verse and rhyme.
For Canons ought not the foolish to bear.
So, please God, as I write this prayer,
Give content, balance, junction to each part,
And let faith be enhanc’d by reason’s art.
Faith evidences things appearing not;
It goes forth caring not for the world’s lot.
It craves not to espy the journey’s end,
And it does not to measures of chance bend.
In God, Almighty Father, I believe,
Creator Heaven and the Earth I cleave.
And Jesus Christ, His only Son, Logos,
Became incarnate by the Holy Ghost.
To blessed Virgin Mary He was born,
And under Pontius Pilate crown’d with thorn.
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