Lord of unnumbered hopes, unnumbered prayers,
Immaculate dream, unknown, unknowable
To mortal sense save dimly through the spell
Of earth's delights and quickening despairs,
Forgive what we have been, and what we are,
For that which in Time's fullness we shall be!
Thou art the Light, and in Thy shadow we
Move in our pathways like a growing star.
Make grow our comprehension till we see
Through life's bewildering complexity
The touch by which inscrutably is wrought
Thy will; and shape each word, each act, each thought,
Until we learn to read Thy will aright
And pass from shadow to Eternal Light'