Human Faith

A soul has left the earth, and silent flown,
      A spirit purer than the mountain spring,
      With truer course than has the plumed wing,
And on an unknown, untried journey gone.

I know the brook will find the ocean deep,
      The weary bird the distant sunny land;
      And yet, and yet–O God, forgive! I stand
Beside the dead, and pray, and doubt, and weep.