DISCONTENT-DISEASE-DOUBT. For of all sad words of tongue or pen, WHITTIER. [See also CONTENTMENT.] DISEASE (See SICKNESS.) DIVINE JUSTICE-(See JUSTICE.) DOUBT-UNBELIEF. His name was Doubt, that had a double face, And evermore his eyes about him went, Or did misdoubt some ill whose cause did not SPENSER. And is there who the blessed cross wipes off YOUNG. O how this tyrant, Doubt, torments my breast! My thoughts, like birds, who, frightened from their nest, A daring infidel (and such there are) 99 Of all earth's madmen, most deserve a chain. YOUNG. A fugitive from heaven and prayer, From the Latin of HORACE. Our infidels are Satan's hypocrites; O'erwhelmed with shame, the Lord of life I see, more; Man was not made to question, but adore. Some wish they did; but no man disbelieves. But dreadful is their doom, whom doubt has driven To censure fate, and pious hope forego; Around the place where all was hushed before, Perfection, beauty, life, they never know, Like yonder blasted boughs by lightning riven, Flutter and hardly nestle any more. But frown on all that pass, a monument of 100 DOUBT-DRUNKENNESS-DUTY. What sweeter pledge could God bestow Oft makes me sigh, when I should sing ANONYMOUS. Doubt is the eternal shade by evil cast! Only the ear in chord with goodness grown Write the great law in alphabet of flame, The pure alone see God!" T. L. HARRIS. For all thy rankling doubts so sore, And ever do his will. Though vexing thoughts may seem to last, Let not thy soul be quite o'ercast ; of Stern daughter of the voice of God! From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! Soon will he show thee all his wounds, and Stern lawgiver! yet thou dost wear say, The Godhead's most benignant grace; "Long have I known thy name, know thou Nor know we anything so fair my face alway." KEBLE. The clear, cold question chills to frozen doubt; Me, me, who still in darkness sit, This dungeon of despairing grief. Who bears the general sin away; And to my ransomed spirit show The glories of eternal day. C. WESLEY. As is the smile upon thy face; WORDSWORTH. To hallowed duty, It may not be our lot to wield WHITTIER. |