In the Hurried Lives of Men

Sincerity must deepen then the Grace

In plenitudes of force and might descends

Into the very fibre of our race

And the severed strands of peace and oneness mends.

We call with stifled voice, with half-meant prayer,

To an unseen God on heights beyond our ken,

Unknowing as yet or largely unaware

Of His presence in the hurried lives of men.

We need the decisive turn, the childlike trust

A faith that knows and love that freely gives,

A release of all our being from the lust

That drives our days and deep within us lives.

O radiant Light dispel the mind-born mist

That stays the hour and suffers the dark to persist.