Reason and Faith

How many are the mysteries that lie
Along life's winding way, and vex the mind
With restless speculation, vague and blind:
In vain doth Reason hold her torch on high,
To trace the round of calm Infinity,

In all its sapphire clearness; in the gloom
She gropes, until she stumbles o'er a tomb;
Earth's roof of cloud to her is all the sky.
But Faith, while in the temple-court she keeps
Her midnight watch, sees up the azure deeps

God's name in starry cipher written fair, —
The vision of His Wisdom, Power, and Love,
Serenely throned these drifting mists above.
Revealed unto the upward gaze of Prayer.