" The secret things belong unto the Lord our God."
Deui. xxlx. 29. 

O God, my God, these aching thoughts control.
Still the deep restless yearnings of my soul, ' 

In endless mazes of conjecture lost,
Bewildered, baffled, wearied, tempest-tost,
Striving in vain those clouds to penetrate,
Which hide my future, my eternal state. 

Check these tumultuous thoughts, so strong, so wild ;
~ Let me not be by Satan's snares beguiled ;
The things revealed alone belong to man ;
Why strive deep hidden mysteries to scan?
"Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;''
Lord ! as a little child I fain would be. 

My restless soul ! what do those thoughts avail ?
Why strive to pierce the impenetrable veil?
Alas ! thy faith amounts not yet to sight !
How should the finite grasp the infinite ?
How should an atom on this earthly ball
Search out the great First Cause. God over all?