After a Retreat
What hast thou learnt today
Hast thou sounded awful mysteries,
Hast pierced the veiled skies,
Climbed to the feet of God,
Trodden where saints have trod,
Fathomed the heights above
Nay,
This only have I learnt, that God is love.
What hast thou heard today
Hast heard the Angel-trumpets cry,
And rippling harps reply;
Heard from the Throne of flame
Whence God incarnate came
Some thund’rous message roll
Nay,
This have I heard, His voice within my soul.
What hast thou felt today
The pinions of the Angel guide
That standeth at thy side
In rapturous ardours beat
Glowing, from head to feet,
In ecstasy divine
Nay,
This only have felt, Christ’s hand in mine.
–
Robert Hugh Benson