What though I cannot see and cannot hear
The Presence men call God? Full well I know
'T is no vain fancy. Ofttimes comes a glow,
In sacred stillness, proving God is near;
And 'mid the frightening shadows, when I fear,
Sweet reassurance comes,—a voice so low
It doth within my heart alone bestow
Its kindly message of celestial cheer.
Ah! God is Love,—an ever present aid;
A Father filling all His children's need.
And evil, what? A vain, illusive shade,
A darksome dream we need not fear nor heed;
For God is All, and therefore good supreme:
I'll know the truth and pierce the blinding dream!
