THE INVISIBLE HELPERS

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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.