And Still the Heart

Now from the world the dream of God is gone,
And men in darkness move and are afraid,
These blaming heaven for the evil done,
And those each other for the part they played.
And all their woes on God are strictly laid,
For being absent from these earthly ills,
Who set the trees to be the noonday shade,
And placed the stars in beauty on the hills.
Turn not away, or cry that all is lost;
It is not so, His voice is in the light
As once it was when Egypt’s mighty host
Rode to the sea and vanished in the night.
For still the heart, by love and pity wrung,
Finds the same God as when the world was young.