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In Memoriam A.H.H.

         
            CXXIV.
             
      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.
       


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