OH, if we had but eyes to see The glory which around us lies, To read the secrets of the earth, And know the splendours of the skies; And if we had but ears to hear The psalm of life which upward rolls From desert tent and city street, From every meeting-place of souls; And if we had but tongues to tell The dumb thoughts that shall ne'er be heard, The inarticulate prayers which rise From hearts by passionate yearnings stirred, -- Our souls would parch, like Semele's, When her dread Lord blazed forth confessed. Ah, sometimes too much knowledge blights, And ignorance indeed is blest! |