The Invisible Helpers

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.