A Favorite

I aspire to be a poet this moving. I could not resist but to share this one with you all, being that Tennyson is one of my favorite poets. Unfortunately I have yet to find a title for this one. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one as much as I do:

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 a 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 earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.

Sir Alfred Lord Tennyson