An Ode on Faith What keeps a man, when Abraham is preached, From imitating him,---in murdering His son?---to, another's life, be the thief? Much the same that allows one, whose reading Of a poet, understand the clever Metaphors, and gives one's knowledge a truth. 'tis what allows a man knowledge; whispers In his ears the meaning of sweetest fruit. There is the literal, which, willing kills, Without concept lays actions bare and bald. The literal reading atheists fill Christian minds, searching deeply for a fault. Yet, we somehow know what a passage means, For that is why faith remains; 'tis unseen. Should man without this ability be, Such man, hell's stone be his foreboding vault.