There is somewhere a Hidden Hand, Omnipotent and true -- Beyond the deeps of space unspanned, Beyond the boundless blue -- Afar beyond the measured realm Of finite things we know, That mighty hand fast holds the helm, Nor ever lets it go. Despite our knowledge is so small, We grope in gloom and doubt, When spirits unto spirit call There comes a voice -- without? Within? We do not know, nor how; We only know a voice Can somehow smooth the furrowed brow And make sad hearts rejoice. We call that unknown something God Creator, Father, Friend, Unseen, Eternal, Mighty God -- Pure Being without end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVULET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE ADAM'S CURSE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BODY AND SOUL by AWHAD AD-DIN 'ALI IBN VAHID MUHAMMAD KHAVARANI JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |