Poems of Optimism/The invisible helpers

There are, there are Invisible Great Helpers of the race. Across unatlased continents of space, From star to star. In answer to some soul’s imperious need, They speed, they speed.

When the earth-loving young are forced to stand Upon the border of the Unknown Land, They come, they come - those angels who have trod The altitudes of God, And to the trembling heart Their strength impart. Have you not seen the delicate young maid, Filled with the joy of life in her fair dawn, Look in the face of death, all unafraid, And smilingly pass on?

This is not human strength; not even faith Has such large confidence in such an hour. It is a power Supplied by beings who have conquered death. Floating from sphere to sphere They hover near The souls that need the courage they can give.

This is no vision of a dreamer’s mind. Though we are blind They live, they live, Filling all space - Invisible Great Helpers of the race.