O wilt Thou on the day when all is sifted, <br />All heights of Heaven, all depths of Hell laid bare, <br />When from the vexed world’s heart thy veil is lifted, <br />And men shall see the dayspring hidden there, <br />O wilt Thou give to each whose course has drifted, <br />The thread, the clue by which his feet may fare, <br />To tread at last with sight supremely gifted <br />The path he missed in darkness and despair! <br />This is the hidden secret of the strife— <br />To find your life and live it—This is Life.<br /><br />George Essex Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-unknown-god/
