Weight on weight of misery
The untold tale of years;
Does earth spin on an empty loom,
A weaving wind, a speechless doom,
Unhindered by our tears?
Or somewhere in the mind of God,
Recorded, every unheard cry;
Unfettered faith and outstretched hand
That brings the Fear of Jacob nigh?
That speaks beyond the veil of death
With seraph sounds men cannot hear;
The echo from a distant shore
Of shields struck in an ancient war,
Inscribed with this: “Thy God is near.”