Part 101 (1/2)

It matters not if dreams dissolve Like mists beneath the morning sun, For swiftly as the worlds revolve So swiftly will life's race be run.

It matters not if hopes depart, Or life be pressed with toil and care.

If love divine shall fill my heart And all be sanctified with prayer.

Then let me learn submission sweet In every thought, in each desire, And humbly lay at his dear feet A heart aglow with heavenly fire.

”SOMETIME”

Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned, And sun and stars forevermore have set, The things which our weak judgment here had spurned, The things o'er which we grieve with lashes wet, Will flash before us out of life's dark night, As stars s.h.i.+ne most in deeper tints of blue, And we shall see how all G.o.d's plans were right, And how what seemed reproof was love most true.

And we shall see how, while we frown and sigh, G.o.d's plans go on as best for you and me; How when we called he heeded not our cry, Because his wisdom to the end could see; And even as prudent parents disallow Too much of sweet to crooning baby's hest, So G.o.d perhaps is keeping from us now Life's sweetest things because it seemeth best.

And if sometimes commingled with life's wine We find the wormwood, and rebel and shrink, Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine Poured out the potion for our lips to drink; And if some one we love is lying low, Where human kisses can not reach the face, O do not blame the loving Father so, But wear your sorrow with obedient grace,

And you will shortly know that lengthened breath Is not the sweetest gift G.o.d gives his friend; And that sometimes the sable pall of death Conceals the fairest boon his love can send.

If we could push ajar the gates of life, And stand within, and all G.o.d's workings see, We could interpret all this doubt and strife, And for each mystery could find a key.

But not to-day. Then be content, poor heart, G.o.d's plans, like lilies pure and white, unfold; We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, Time will reveal the calyxes of gold.

And if through patient toil we reach the land Where tired feet with sandals loosed may rest, When we shall clearly know and understand, I think that we will say: ”G.o.d knew the best.”

--May Louise Riley Smith.

O why and whither? G.o.d knows all; I only know that he is good, And that whatever may befall, Or here or there, must be the best that could.

For He is merciful as just; And so, by faith correcting sight, I bow before his will, and trust Howe'er they seem he doeth all things right.

--John Greenleaf Whittier.

NOT KNOWING

I know not what shall befall me; G.o.d hangs a mist o'er my eyes, And thus each step of my onward path He makes new scenes to rise, And every joy he sends me comes As a sweet and glad surprise.

I see not a step before me As I tread on another year; But the past is in G.o.d's keeping, The future his mercy shall clear, And what looks dark in the distance May brighten as I draw near.

For perhaps the dreaded future Is less bitter than I think; The Lord may sweeten the waters Before I stoop to drink, Or, if Marah must be Marah, He will stand beside its brink.

It may be he keeps waiting Till the coming of my feet Some gift of such rare blessedness, Some joy so strangely sweet, That my lips shall only tremble With the thanks they cannot speak.

O restful, blissful ignorance!

'Tis blessed not to know, It stills me in those mighty arms Which will not let me go, And hushes my soul to rest On the bosom which loves me so!

So I go on not knowing; I would not if I might; I would rather walk in the dark with G.o.d Than go alone in the light; I would rather walk with him by faith, Than walk alone by sight.

My heart shrinks back from trials Which the future may disclose, Yet I never had a sorrow But what the dear Lord chose; So I send the coming tears back With the whispered word, ”He knows.”

--Mary Gardner Brainard.