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THERE IS NO UNBELIEF 
 
THERE 
 IS NO UNBELIEF 
 
 A POEM 
 By 
 
 Elizabeth York Case 
 
 NEW YORK 
 
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THERE I 
 
 NO 
 UNBELIEF! 
 
 A POEM 
 BY 
 ELIZABET 
 YORK CAS 
 
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THERE IS NO 
 UNBELIEF 
 
 HERE IS NO 
 
 UNBELIEF; 
 
 WHOEVER 
 
 PLANTS A 
 
 SEEDB 
 
 NEATH 
 
 BE 
 
 THE SOD, 
 
 AND WAITS TO SEE 
 
 IT PUSH AWAY THE 
 
 CLOD, 
 
 TRUSTS HE IN GOD. 
 
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II 
 
 THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
 Whoever says, when clouds are in 
 
 the sky, 
 Be patient, heart, light breaketh 
 
 by and by, 
 Trusts the Most High. 
 
Ill 
 
 THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
 Whoever sees 'neath Winter's 
 
 fields of snow 
 The silent harvests of the future 
 
 grow, 
 God's power must know. 
 
IV 
 
 THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
 Whoever lies down on his couch 
 
 to sleep, 
 Content to lock each sense in 
 
 slumber deep, 
 Knows God will keep. 
 
V 
 THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
 Whoever says ^'tomorrow/' 
 
 "the unknown,'* 
 **The future/' trusts that Power 
 
 alone, 
 None dare disown. 
 
VI 
 THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
 The heart that looks on where 
 
 dear eyelids close 
 And dares to live when life has 
 
 only woes, 
 God's comfort knows. 
 
VII 
 THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
 For thus by day or night 
 
 unconsciously, 
 The heart lives by the faith the 
 
 lips deny, 
 God knoweth why, 
 
EDITOR'S NOTE 
 
 So far as is known, no living author 
 claims this poem for himself, excepting 
 the real author, Mrs. Elizabeth York 
 Case. It was first published in a daily 
 paper, the Detroit Free Press, twenty- 
 eight years ago, and made its way into 
 collections of poems, with no name at- 
 tached. William E. Barton first found 
 it in an English collection, where it was 
 marked ** Unidentified'* and so quoted 
 it, until a literary woman in his own 
 congregation introduced him to the 
 authoress. 
 
 Mrs. Case is by religious faith a 
 Friend, and has spent a good part of 
 her life in work for the daily press. She 
 was for some time on the staff of the 
 Detroit Free Press. 
 
On August I, 1905, the Free Press 
 printed the author's own statement, a 
 part of which follows: 
 
 **This poem of mine, which for 
 twenty-seven years has been accredit- 
 ed to Bulwer Lytton, Charles Kingsley 
 and Mrs. Browning, not to mention a 
 dozen others, was written by me in a 
 moment of emotional turmoil com- 
 pounded of resentment against dog- 
 matic intolerance and enthusiasm for 
 a larger, nobler belief 
 
 I believe in everything that is good 
 and beautiful and true; in God and man 
 and nature, in love and life and joy." 
 
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