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.