Rhymes of a Red-Cross Man/Faith

by Robert W. Service

For other versions of this work, see Faith (Service).

Faith

Since all that is was ever bound to be;
      Since grim, eternal laws our Being bind;
      And both the riddle and the answer find,
And both the carnage and the calm decree;
Since plain within the Book of Destiny
      Is written all the journey of mankind
      Inexorably to the end; since blind
And mortal puppets playing parts are we:

Then let's have faith; good cometh out of ill;
      The power that shaped the strife shall end the strife;
Then let's bow down before the Unknown Will;
      Fight on, believing all is well with life;
Seeing within the worst of War's red rage
The gleam, the glory of the Golden Age.