“Fading, with the Night, the memory of a dead love, and the withered leaves of a blighted hope, and the sickly repinings and moody regrets that numb the best energies of the soul: and rising, broadening, rolling upward like a living flood, the manly resolve, and the dauntless will, and the heavenward gaze of faith — the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen!
"Look Eastward! Aye, look Eastward!"”

Source: Belief: Readings on the Reason for Faith

Source: Into the Dreaming

Opening line.
The Portal of the Mystery of Hope (1912)

Source: Reason and Hope: Selections from the Jewish Writings of Hermann Cohen (1971), p. 124

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 221

Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 16.

Source: The Tale of Despereaux (2004)

"The Holy Dimension", p. 338
Moral Grandeur and Spiritual Audacity: Essays (1997)
Context: The account of our experiences, the record of debit and credit, is reflected in the amount of trust or distrust we display towards life and humanity. There are those who maintain that the good is within our reach everywhere; you have but to stretch out your arms and you will grasp it. But there are others who, intimidated by fraud and ugliness, sense scorn and ambushes everywhere and misgive all things to come. Those who trust develop a finer sense for the good, even at the hight cost of blighted hopes. Charmed by the spell of love, faith is, as it were, imposed upon their heart.