"This Faith, more sure than aught beside,
Was the sole joy, ambition, pride
Of her fond heart - the unreasoning scope
Of all its views, above, below -
So true she felt it that to Hope,
To Trust, is happier than to Know.
And thus in humbleness they trod,
Abashed, but pure before their God ;
Nor e'er did earth behold a sight
So meekly beautiful as they,
When, with the altar's holy light
Full on their brows, they knelt to pray,
Hand within hand, and side by side,
Two links of love, awhile untied
From the great chain above, but fast
Holding together to the last !"
-Exerpt, Third Angel's Story.
This poem has long been a favourite of mine. Should you find yourself with a spare hour one day, take the time for it in it's entirety.