The builder who first bridged Niagara’s gorge, <br />Before he swung his cable, shore to shore, <br />Sent out across the gulf his venturing kite <br />Bearing a slender cord for unseen hands <br />To grasp upon the further cliff and draw <br />A greater cord, and then a greater yet; <br />Till at the last across the chasm swung <br />The cable then the mighty bridge in air! <br /> <br /> <br />So we may send our little timid thought <br />Across the void, out to God’s reaching hands— <br />Send out our love and faith to thread the deep— <br />Thought after thought until the little cord <br />Has greatened to a chain no chance can break, <br />And we are anchored to the Infinite!<br /><br />Edwin Markham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anchored-to-the-infinite/
