More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of,
Wherefore let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheep or goats,
That nourish blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
For so the whole round world is in every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Tennyson.