The Venture
The thought that thinks itself,
to which all thinking tends,
is nearly reached when faith
a light to pathway lends.
Beneath a sky of void,
more black and sure than night,
the mind wends careful way
by nothing but star's light.
All science and all art
from surmise take their start,
to know for you have heard
and hold it in your heart.
Like sailor brave and bold,
the stars alone to guide,
the mind sets out with faith
to reach another side.
It seeks and so will find,
though storms lie in the way,
and finds, if it abides,
the shores of glory's day.
