WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT?
by: William Dean Howells
(1837-1920)
- F I lay
waste and wither up with doubt
- The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith
- Possessed itself serenely safe from death;
- If I deny the things past finding out;
- Or if I orphan my own soul of One
- That seemed a Father, and make void the place
- Within me where He dwelt in power and grace,
- What do I gain by that I have undone?
"What Shall it Profit?"
is reprinted from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900.
Ed. Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915. |
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