That which we dare invoke to bless; <br /> Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt; <br /> He, They, One, All; within, without; <br /> The Power in darkness whom we guess; <br /> I found Him not in world or sun, <br /> Or eagle's wing, or insect's eye; <br /> Nor thro' the questions men may try, <br /> The petty cobwebs we have spun: <br /> If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, <br /> I heard a voice, "Believe no more," <br /> And heard an ever-breaking shore <br /> That tumbled in the Godless deep, <br /> <br /> A warmth within the breast would melt <br /> The freezing reason's colder part, <br /> And like a man in wrath the heart <br /> Stood up and answer'd, "I have felt." <br /> <br /> No, like a child in doubt and fear: <br /> But that blind clamour made me wise; <br /> Then was I as a child that cries, <br /> But crying, knows his father near; <br /> <br /> And what I am beheld again <br /> What is, and no man understands; <br /> And out of darkness came the hands <br /> That reach thro' nature, moulding men.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-a-h-h-obiit-124-that-which-we-dare-i/
