I stretch the lame hands of faith, and grope,
And gather dust and chaff, and call
To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope.

Canto 55

There lives more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in half the creeds.

Canto 96

I found Him not in world or sun,
Or eagle's wing, or insect's eye,
Nor through the questions men may try,
The petty cobwebs we have spun.

Canto 124

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "In Memoriam"