Hidden In The Dark Poem by James McLain

The most wondreful thing gone sight unseen
for wicked they so knew, to keep from you,
the music of stars.

Voice of soft melody air of sound the keeper
of one ear?

Strings of life the cord that helps such flowing
of each river filled
with tears.

Massed in square the millions there to hear
the man his women
she did dare.

Hope on shoulders pushing yonder people
all the colors fashioned matters not in
knowledge lost, wise was he to see
belief in thee.