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That which we dare invoke to bless;
Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;
He, They, One, All; within, without;
The Power in darkness whom we guess;
I found Him not in world or sun,
Or eagle's wing, or insect's eye;
Nor thro' the questions men may try,
The petty cobwebs we have spun:
If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep,
I heard a voice 'believe no more'
And heard an ever-breaking shore
That tumbled in the Godless deep;
A warmth within the breast would melt
The freezing reason's colder part,
And like a man in wrath the heart
Stood up and answer'd 'I have felt.'
No, like a child in doubt and fear:
But that blind clamour made me wise;
Then was I as a child that cries,
But, crying, knows his father near;
And what I am beheld again
What is, and no man understands;
And out of darkness came the hands
That reach thro' nature, moulding men.
“In Memoriam A.H.H. - CXXIV”
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Another beautiful ink wash sketch done by the amazing
Navajas! This one is of my character Faux Fox #13.
View the artist’s upload HERE!
I highly recommend watching this artist and jumping on any commission openings they have! You won’t be disappointed!
Art © Navajas!
Character © me!
Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;
He, They, One, All; within, without;
The Power in darkness whom we guess;
I found Him not in world or sun,
Or eagle's wing, or insect's eye;
Nor thro' the questions men may try,
The petty cobwebs we have spun:
If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep,
I heard a voice 'believe no more'
And heard an ever-breaking shore
That tumbled in the Godless deep;
A warmth within the breast would melt
The freezing reason's colder part,
And like a man in wrath the heart
Stood up and answer'd 'I have felt.'
No, like a child in doubt and fear:
But that blind clamour made me wise;
Then was I as a child that cries,
But, crying, knows his father near;
And what I am beheld again
What is, and no man understands;
And out of darkness came the hands
That reach thro' nature, moulding men.
“In Memoriam A.H.H. - CXXIV”
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
~~~~~
Another beautiful ink wash sketch done by the amazing
Navajas! This one is of my character Faux Fox #13.View the artist’s upload HERE!
I highly recommend watching this artist and jumping on any commission openings they have! You won’t be disappointed!
Art ©
Navajas!Character © me!
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