I SOMETIMES think that had I seen Thy face <br /> In those old days when Thou wast with us here, <br /> Clothed with our flesh, a man as we are men, <br />The very sight had filled my soul with grace; <br /> I should have clung to Thee, and not again <br />5 <br /> Moved from Thy side, no lurking doubt or fear <br />Could drive me from so sweet a hiding-place. <br />So think I sometimes, and would almost pray <br /> That other age were chosen my faith to prove <br /> More near Thine own (if such a prayer might be), <br />10 <br />Full of Thy memories. But no; each day <br /> Hath its own light, O Christ, and proofs of Thee; <br /> For there was one who saw Thy look of love, <br />Yet, having wealth, went sorrowful away.<br /><br />Frederick George Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-63/
