Classic Poem

I SEARCH in heaven and earth, and find no God,
But all around me sin and want and pain:
And when my mind has sought and sought in vain,
And cried aloud its bitter Ichabod,
" The world is dead, and man a soulless clod",
A sudden glory falls upon my sight,
Some hidden rapture, some divine delight;
The path yet glowing where God's feet have trod.

So doubt and hope alternate torture me,
Till Faith comes near and takes me by the hand,
And says, " Can human eyes God's splendour see?
Can human reason God's design approve?
Can mortal mind His greatness understand?
Doubt not: thou canst not know: believe and love."