George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
Waiting HelpEdnah Dow Littlehale Cheney (18241904)
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That helped me in my bitter hour,
I know there came a Strength not mine,
A peace not earthly, but Divine.
For every heart that opes its gates,
To let the Gracious Presence in;
And with its help new life begin.
Until the sleeper opes his eyes;
So breaks the Sea on every shore,
The sick and weary to restore.
Says, “Only come, I ’ll give to thee;”
The North Star waited, æons back,
To guide the slave on freedom’s track.
In thy deep pain has borne its part;
And every triumph in the skies
Has helped my unfledged soul to rise.
The God whom mortal eyes ne’er saw,
And yet whose presence all things knew,
’T was that helped me and will help you.