“Ah!” he cried, “I’ve called so often; never heard the ‘Here am I;’
And I thought, God will not pity; will not turn on me his eye.”
Then the grave Elias answered, “God said, Rise, Elias, go
Speak to him, the sorely tempted; lift him from his gulf of woe.
Tell him that his very longing is itself an answering cry;
That his prayer, ‘Come, gracious Allah!’ is my answer ‘Here am I.’”
..When thy mind is dazed by colour’s magic round,
All colour’s lost in one bright light diffused around.
Those colours, too, all vanish from our view by night.
We learn from this, that colour’s only seen through light.