Page:Stevenson - Songs of Travel (1896).djvu/52

 XXV

IF THIS WERE FAITH

, if this were enough,

That I see things bare to the buff

And up to the buttocks in mire;

That I ask nor hope nor hire,

Nut in the husk,

Nor dawn beyond the dusk,

Nor life beyond death:

God, if this were faith?

Having felt thy wind in my face

Spit sorrow and disgrace.

Having seen thine evil doom

In Golgotha and Khartoum, 36