WE flash a thought across the wave, A voice gives glad return, And yet how strange that from the grave Comes not the word we yearn! Thought leaps the hills and spans the sea, Nor needs the singing wires, But in the great eternity We seem to strike no fires. Small is our faith and short our sight If we hear not the word Which from the future's starless night By great souls has been heard; Our heart-pleas pass to His far deeps And His grace leaps the dust, But only he receives who keeps His soul attuned to trust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIMNERMUS IN CHURCH by WILLIAM JOHNSON CORY QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AT GIBRALTAR by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY LILIES: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 34. FAIRY LAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNETS OF MANHOOD: SONNET 25. 'SOMETHING WAS WANTING' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |