Versos English T. W. Rolleston Nathan

English poem

Nathan

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Only not In this one thing--their proofs. All rest alike On history, or written or handed down. And history we take--is it not so?-- On faith and trust alone. Whose faith, whose truth, Shall we confide in most? Surely in those Of our own folk, whose blood we are, whose proofs Of love were given us from our childhood up, Who ne’er deceived us, saving when, perchance, ’Twere better for our weal. If this be so, How can I less in my forefathers trust Than thou in thine? Or take the other side: Can I demand from thee that thou shouldst charge Thine ancestors with lying, but for this, That mine be justified? Again, the Christian To both of us may plead the like defence. Art thou not answered?

SALADIN (aside)

By the living God The man is right! I must be dumb.