Faith Poem

by Walt Whitman · 1856
Published 01/07/1856

I NEED no assurances—I am a man who is

      pre-occupied of his own soul;

I do not doubt that whatever I know at a given time, there waits for me more which I do not know;

I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside the hands and face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not cognizant of — calm and actual faces;

I do not doubt but the majesty and beauty of the world is latent in any iota of the world;

I do not doubt there are realizations I have

      no idea of, waiting for me through time

      and through the universes—also upon this

      earth;

I do not doubt I am limitless, and that the uni-versesuniverses are limitless—in vain I try to think how limitless;

I do not doubt that the orbs, and the systems of orbs, play their swift sports through the air 12 on purpose—and that I shall one day be eligible to do as much as they, and more than they;

I do not doubt there is far more in trivialities, insects, vulgar persons, slaves, dwarfs, weeds, rejected refuse, than I have supposed;

I do not doubt there is more in myself than I have supposed—and more in all men and women

      —and more in my poems than I have

      supposed;

I do not doubt that temporary affairs keep on and on, millions of years;

I do not doubt interiors have their interiors, and exteriors have their exteriors—and that the eye-sight has another eye-sight, and the hear-inghearing another hearing, and the voice another voice;

I do not doubt that the passionately-wept deaths of young men are provided for—and that the deaths of young women, and the deaths of little children, are provided for;

I do not doubt that wrecks at sea, no matter

      what the horrors of them—no matter whose

      wife, child, husband, father, lover, has gone

      down—are provided for, to the minutest

      point;

I do not doubt that shallowness, meanness, malig-nancemalignance, are provided for;

I do not doubt that cities, you, America, the

      remainder of the earth, politics, freedom,

      degradations, are carefully provided for;

I do not doubt that whatever can possibly happen, any where, at any time, is provided for, in the inherences of things.

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