John ix. 37.
"Where is a God?"
doth weary Reason say--
"I
see but starlit skies."
"Where is the sun?"
So calleth at noonday
The
man with sightless eyes.
Thou, little child,
from thee God is not far;
Look
inwards, not above:
Thou needest not to
roam from star to star,
For
God is Love.
G. T. S.