THOU, whose deep ways are in the sea, Whose footsteps are not known, To-night a world that turned from Thee Is waiting—at Thy Throne. The towering Babels that we raised Where scoffing sophists brawl, The little Antichrists we praised— The night is on them all. @3The fool hath said ... The fool hath said ...@1 And we, who deemed him wise, We who believed that Thou wast dead, How should we seek Thine eyes? How should we seek to Thee for power Who scorned Thee yesterday? How should we kneel, in this dread hour? Lord, teach us how to pray! Grant us the single heart, once more, That mocks no sacred thing, The Sword of Truth our fathers wore When Thou wast Lord and King. Let darkness unto darkness tell Our deep unspoken prayer, For, while our souls in darkness dwell, We know that Thou art there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO RICHARD R. WRIGHT - INSTRUCTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NEW NEIGHBORHOOD by KAREN SWENSON SLUG IN WOODS by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY CINQUAIN: THE WARNING by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY CONCORD HYMN; SUNG AT COMPLETION OF CONCORD MONUMENT, 1836 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SIC VITA by HENRY KING (1592-1669) SURCEASE by ALICE GARDNER ADAMS MAN AN' MOOSE by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |