Classic Poem

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 wings, or insect's eye;
Nor through the questions men may try,
The petty cobwebs we have spun.

If e'er when faith had fallen 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
And freezing reason's colder part,
And like a man in wrath the heart
Stood up and answered " I have felt."