The Infinite speaks in our silent hearts, And draws our being to himself, as deep Calleth unto deep. He, who all thought imparts, Demands the pledge, the bond of soul to keep; But reason, wandering from its fount afar, And stooping downward, breaks the subtle chain That binds it to itself, like star to star, And sun to sun, upward to God again: Doubt, once confirmed, tolls the dead spirit's knell, And man is but a clod of earth, to die Like the poor beast that in his shambles fell -- More miserable doom than that, to lie In trembling torture, like believing ghosts, Who, though divorced from good, bow to the Lord of Hosts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL BONNYBELL: THE GRAY SPHEX by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JUDGE SELAH LIVELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |