THE truth lies round about us, all Too closely to be sought, -- So open to our vision that 'T is hidden to our thought. We know not what the glories Of the grass, the flower, may be; We needs must struggle for the sight Of what we always see. Waiting for storms and whirlwinds, And to have a sign appear, We deem not God is speaking in The still small voice we hear. In reasoning proud, blind leaders of The blind, through life we go, And do not know the things we see, Nor see the things we know. Single and indivisible, We pass from change to change, Familiar with the strangest things, And with familiar, strange. We make the light through which we see The light, and make the dark: To hear the lark sing, we must be At heaven's gate with the lark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FRAGMENTS OF A POEM ON THE EXCELLENCE OF CHRISTIANITY by JAMES HAY BEATTIE AUGURY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A SONG OF SALVATION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |