From heart to heart, from creed to creed, The hidden river runs; It quickens all the ages down, It binds the sires to sons— The stream of Faith, whose source is God, Whose sound, the sound of prayer, Whose meadows are the holy lives Upspringing everywhere. And still it moves, a broadening flood; And fresher, fuller, grows. A sense as if the sea were near Towards which the river flows. O Thou who art the secret Source That rises in each soul, Thou art the Ocean, too—thy charm, That ever-deepening roll! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN [NOVEMBER 24, 1863] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS THE MOUSE by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH THE FUNERAL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN FRENCH REVOLUTION; AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCEMENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE BURDEN OF A SIGH by LEVI BISHOP |