WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MONTHLY MAGAZINE
BY ALFRED B. STREET.
Does not the heart alone a God proclaim!
Blot revelation from the mind of man!
Yea, let him not e'en Nature's features scan;
There is within him a low voice, the same
Throughout the varied scenes of being's span,
That whispers, God. And doth not conscience speak
Though sin its wildest force upon it wreak!
Born with us—never dying—ever preaching
Of right and wrong, with reference aye to Him—
And doth not Hope, on toward the future reaching—
The aspirations struggling from the Dim
Up toward the Bright—a ceaseless unrepose
Of something unattained—a ceaseless teaching
Of unfulfilled desire—the eternal truth disclose!