BUT what avail inadequate words to reach The innermost of Truth? Who shall essay, Blinded and weak, to point and lead the way, Or solve the mystery in familiar speech? Yet, if it be that something not thy own, Some shadow of the Thought to which our schemes, Creeds, cult, and ritual are at best but dreams, Is even to thy unworthiness made known, Thou mayst not hide what yet thou shouldst not dare To utter lightly, lest on lips of thine The real seem false, the beauty undivine. So, weighing duty in the scale of prayer, Give what seems given thee. It may prove a seed Of goodness dropped in fallow-grounds of need. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 91 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE PIONEER by HENRY MEADE BLAND NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 21 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE HILLS WE LOVE by GRACE LOWE BROADHEAD ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER by ROBERT BURNS THE PROPHECY OF DANTE: DEDICATION by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DEFEAT by ETHEL TONRY CARPENTER BETHESDA; A SEQUEL by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH TO [THE REVEREND] MR. NEWTON ON HIS RETURN FROM RAMSGATE by WILLIAM COWPER |