 | Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |  |
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III. UNCERTAINTY.
Doubt not the wisdom of the just DecreeWhich saith, “Ye shall not know: ye shall not raise
The veil that shrouds the dawning of new days
And new misfortunes!” Who could live, yet see
The loved one's vacant place? or watch him, free,—
Turning to tread, with cold averted gaze,
The paths that lead from old familiar ways,
And all the cruel changes that may be? . . .
Nothing I know, and nothing understand,—
Nor would I lift the veil, and yet, altho'
Your days may prove the longest in the land,
Still,—since I neither understand nor know,
And cannot read the lines in this dear hand,
I hold it fast,—afraid to let it go!
| Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] | |