faith is a thing inviolate
and neither can it be disowned.
when all else languish, desolate,
itself shall flourish yet the more.
for not the child of mind is this,
nor subject to it's arguements.
nor is she tainted by the 'wisdom'
manifest in common sense.
but faith, reality, creates.
and doubt is not her opposite.
but merely nuisance, as a flea;
as easy to be rid of it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem