That which we dare invoke to bless; br Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt; br He, They, One, All; within, without; br The Power in darkness whom we guess; br I found Him not in world or sun, br Or eagle's wing, or insect's eye; br Nor thro' the questions men may try, br The petty cobwebs we have spun: br If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, br I heard a voice, "Believe no more," br And heard an ever-breaking shore br That tumbled in the Godless deep, br br A warmth within the breast would melt br The freezing reason's colder part, br And like a man in wrath the heart br Stood up and answer'd, "I have felt." br br No, like a child in doubt and fear: br But that blind clamour made me wise; br Then was I as a child that cries, br But crying, knows his father near; br br And what I am beheld again br What is, and no man understands; br And out of darkness came the hands br That reach thro' nature, moulding men.