Where dost Thou dwell,
Unknown, unseen, yet knowing, seeing all?
We find Thee not in hermit's lonely cell,
Nor lofty palace-hall.
No more at eve
Thy form is with us on the dusty road;
The dead sleep on, though loving hearts may grieve
The suffering bear their load.
Night closes round—
In the green forest-aisles no leaf is stirred;
So hushed, as if heaven's distant music sound
Might even here be heard.
Through all we see,
Up to azure roof with stars inwrought,
Through all Earth's temple, do we look for Thee;
Alas, we find Thee not.
Yet Thou art near;
Father! forgive our weak and failing sight;
Forgive, and make our darkness noonday clear
With thy celestial light.
Thy love has given
Faith's telescope, wherewith to gaze on Thee;
Aid us, that through it looking unto heaven,
Thy glory we may see.
Christian Poetry by Annie Louisa Walker