If faith produce no works, I see
That faith is not a living tree.
HANNAH MORE: _Dan and Jane._
Whose faith, has centre everywhere,
Nor cares to fix itself to form.
TENNYSON: _In Memoriam,_ Pt. xxxiii., St. 1.
'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
WORDSWORTH: _Weak is the Will of Man._
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
POPE: _Essay on Man,_ Epis. iii., Line 303.