Faith is seated in the understanding as well as in the will. It has an eye to see Christ as well as a wing to fly to Christ. - Richard Watson Gilder

From all the misty morning air, there comes a summer sound,—
A murmur as of waters from skies, and trees and ground.
The birds they sing upon the wing, the pigeons bill and coo.

Faith is the vital artery of the soul. When we begin to believe, we begin to love. Faith grafts the soul into Christ, as the scion into the stock, and fetches all its nutriment from the blessed Vine.

The Smile of her I love is like the dawn
Whose touch makes Memnon sing:
O, see where wide the golden sunlight flows—
The barren desert blossoms as the rose!