Because my faltering feet may fail to dare <br />The first descendant of the steps of Hell <br />Give me the Word in time that triumphs there. <br />I too must pass into the misty hollow <br />Where all our living laughter stops: and hark! <br />The tiny stuffless voices of the dark <br />Have called me, called me, till I needs must follow: <br />Give me the Word and I'll attempt it well. <br /> <br />Say it's the little winking of an eye <br />Which in that issue is uncurtained quite; <br />A little sleep that helpsa moment by <br />Between the thin dawn and the large daylight. <br />Ah! tell me more than yet was hoped of men; <br />Swear that's true now, and I'll believe it then.<br /><br />Hilaire Belloc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-my-faltering-feet/
