How shall I know Thee, Master, when the night Falls black about the way. When earth is void, and heaven haa no light. And wild winds hunt their prey? How shall I know 'tis Thee, or fiends of hell In forms that image Thee? They throng with mockeries, and can I tell When Thou art come to me? Yes, by the proof of peace! Oh, Saviour dear, However sore dismayed, When once Thy least low whispering I hear, I shall not be afraid! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXAMPLE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE CAGED GOLDFINCH by THOMAS HARDY BATTLE OF IVRY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE MEANING OF PRAYER by JAMES MONTGOMERY MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: PROEM by ALFRED TENNYSON VERSES ADDRESSED TO IMITATOR OF FIRST SATIRE OF HORACE by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU |