'Faith mountains move' I hear: I see the practice of the world unheed The foolish vaunt, the blatant boast that serves our vanity to feed. 'Faith stands unmoved'; and why? Because man's silly fancies still remain, And will remain till wiser man the day-dreams of his youth disdain.

What see we here? Forms, nothing more! Forms fill the brightest, strongest eye, We know not substance; 'mid the shades shadows ourselves we live and die.

''Tis blessed to believe'; you say: The saying may be true enow And it can add to Life a light: - only remains to show us how.

As palace mirror'd in the stream, as vapour mingled with the skies, So weaves the brain of mortal man the tangled web of Truth and Lies.