Halts by me that footfall:
Is my gloom, after all,
Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
“Ah, fondest, blindest, weakest,
I am He Whom thou seekest!
Thou dravest love from thee, who dravest Me.”
THE DREAD OF HEIGHT
By Francis Thompson
“If ye were blind, ye should have no sin: but now ye say;
We see: your sin remaineth.”—John ix. 41