HELP me to seek that unknown land!
             I kneel before the shrine.
Help me to feel the hidden hand
             That ever holdeth mine.

        I kneel before the Word, I kneel
             before the Cross of flame
I cry, as thro’ the gloom I steal,
             The glory of the Name.

         Help me to mourn, and I shall love;
             What grief is like to mine?
Crown me with thorn, the stars above
             Shall in the circlet shine!

         The Temple opens wide: none sees
             The love, the dream, the light!
O, blind and finite, are not these
             Blinding and infinite?

         The veil, the veil is rent: the skies
             Are white with wings of fire,
Where victim souls triumphant rise
             In torment of desire.

         Help me to seek: I would not find,
             For when I find I know
I shall have clasped the hollow wind
             And built a house of snow.