How shall I know Thee, Master, when the night Falls black about the way. When earth is void, and heaven haa no light. And wild winds hunt their prey? How shall I know 'tis Thee, or fiends of hell In forms that image Thee? They throng with mockeries, and can I tell When Thou art come to me? Yes, by the proof of peace! Oh, Saviour dear, However sore dismayed, When once Thy least low whispering I hear, I shall not be afraid! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RECOMPENSE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HORACE BUMSTEAD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |