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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.