That so it was: then startled Joy

Mocked Sorrow with a doubtful tear.

And I was glad as one who sees

For sensual optics things unmeet:

As purity makes passion freeze,

So faith warns science off her beat.

Blessed are they that have not seen,

And yet, not seeing, have believed:

To walk by faith, as preached the Dean,

And not by sight, have I achieved.

Let love, that does not look, believe;

Let knowledge, that believes not, look:

[Pg 405]

Truth pins her trust on falsehood's sleeve,

While reason blunders by the book.

Then Mrs. Prig addressed me thus;

"Sir, if you'll be advised by me,

You'll leave the blessed babe to us;

It's my belief he wants his tea."

[Pg 406]

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