Poems of Ada Cambridge
|102.||The Winged Mariners||3/2/2010|
|103.||This Enlightened Age||3/2/2010|
|110.||What of the Night?||1/4/2003|
And is the great cause lost beyond recall?
Have all the hopes of ages come to naught?
Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?
Is life but death, and love its funeral pall?
Maybe. And still on bended knees I fall,
Filled with a faith no preacher ever taught.
O God -- MY God -- by no false prophet wrought --
I believe still, in despite of it all!