The builder who first bridged Niagara's gorge, Before he swung his cable, shore to shore, Sent out across the gulf his venturing kite Bearing a slender cord for unseen hands To grasp upon a further cliff and draw A greater cord, and then a greater yet; Till at last across the chasm swung The cable—then the mighty bridge in air! So we may send our little timid thought Across the void, out to God's reaching hands Send out our love and faith to thread the deep, Thought after thought until the little cord Has greatened to a chain no chance can break, And—we are anchored to the Infinite! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOON by HAYDEN CARRUTH MODERN LOVE: 30 by GEORGE MEREDITH FRIENDSHIP [OR, THE TRUE FRIEND] by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CURFEW MUST NOT RING TONIGHT by ROSE HARTWICK THORPE DESTINY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE RIVER-GOD'S SONG by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |