‘Thou art a God that hidest Thyself’ (Isaiah 45:15)

… Till Thou givest that sense beyond,

To shew Thee that Thou art, and near,

Let patience with her chastening wand

Dispel the doubt and dry the tear;

And lead me child-like by the hand

If still in darkness not in fear.

Speak! whisper to my watching heart

One word – as when a mother speaks

Soft, when she sees her infant start,

Till dimpled joy steals o’er its cheeks,

Then, to behold Thee as Thou art,

I’ll wait till morn eternal breaks.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89),  Nondum (‘not yet’)