~*~ That which we dare invoke~*~ By: Alfred Lord Tennyson

That which we dare invoke to bless;

Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;

He, They, One, All; within, without;

The Power in darkness whom we guess;

I found Him not in world or sun,

Or eagle’s wing, or insect’s eye;

Nor thro’ the questions men may try,

The petty cobwebs we have spun:

If e’er when faith had fall’n asleep,

I heard a voice, “Believe no more,”

And heard an ever-breaking shore

That tumbled in the Godless deep,


A warmth within the breast would melt

The freezing reason’s colder part,

And like a man in wrath the heart

Stood up and answer’d, “I have felt.”


No, like a child in doubt and fear:

But that blind clamour made me wise;

Then was I as a child that cries,

But crying, knows his father near;


And what I am beheld again

What is, and no man understands;

And out of darkness came the hands

That reach thro’ nature, moulding men.






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