IF now anew the search were to be made For One to guide me onward through the gloom Of this dim world wherein I walk afraid; -- If, like a child left in an empty room, Homesick, alone, the silence like a tomb, I went forth weeping, and should hear one say, "Here, child!" another, "Yonder is the way!" Another, "Come with me! Why care with whom?" -- I do not think I could mistake Thy call Among ten thousand. Toward Thy voice I grope, Brother, Friend, Lord! although with many a fall, And sore bewilderment, and baffled hope. My needy soul, if ignorant of Thee, Would prophesy Thy coming. Thou must be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MARTYRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE by THOMAS HARDY A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LINES WRITTEN IN A CITY COMPOSING-ROOM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING by APOLLONIDES VERSES TO SOME FRIENDS RETURNING FROM THE SEA-SIDE by BERNARD BARTON HOW DO I KNOW? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |