Little by little groping through

Little by little groping through
All nature's arteries and veins,
Our varied musings lead us to
Some general law, that all contains.
Through fictions and through fancies rude
Some safe conclusions we may draw,
That all, when rightly understood,
All, — all is order — all is law.
And if by contradictions vexed.
And pulled by various strings astray,
In darkness lost, by doubt perplexed.
We cannot see nor feel our way.
Still let us know the Hand that guides,
Will guide us through the clouds of night.
That over all things law presides, —
The law of love, the law of light.