392 POEMS 
ITI. 
PANTHEISM AND THEISM. 
No human eyes Thy face may see, 
No human thought Thy form may know ; 
But all creation dwells in Thee, 
And Thy great life through all doth flow! 
And yet, O strange and wondrous thought ! 
Thou art a God who hearest prayer, 
And every heart with sorrow fraught 
To seek Thy present aid may dare. 
And though most weak our efforts seem 
Into one creed these thoughts to bind, 
And vain the intellectual dream 
To see and know the Eternal Mind, — 
Yet Thou wilt turn them not aside 
Who cannot solve Thy life divine, 
But would give up all reason’s pride 
To know their hearts approved by Thine. 
So, though we faint on life’s dark hill, 
And thought grow weak, and knowledge flee, 
Yet faith shall teach us courage still, 
And love shall guide us on to Thee! 
