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Friday, May 20, 2011

Blind Doubt

Show me your God” the doubter cries.
I point to the smiling skies;
I show him all the woodland greens;
I show him peaceful sylvan scenes;
I show him winter snows and frost;
I show him waters tempest-tossed;
I show him hills rock- ribbed and strong;
I show him hear the thrush’s song
I show him flowers in the close-
The lily, violent, and rose;
I show him rivers, babbling streams;
I show him youthful hopes and dreams;
I show him maids with eager hearts;
I show him toilers in the marts;
I show him starts, the moon, the sun;
I show him deeds of kindness done;
I show him joy; I show him care,
And still he holds his doubting air,
And faithless goes his way, for he
Is blind of soul and cannot see!

—John Kendrick Bangs (1862-1922)
J K Bangs, the famous author of Alice in Blunderland

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