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TRUST
Can I not trust the God who brought me here
And made my road a starry or sunlit way?
The God who led me on from year to year,—
Made fresh flowers spring around me day by day:
And made my road a starry or sunlit way?
The God who led me on from year to year,—
Made fresh flowers spring around me day by day:
The God who, knowing that I was to be,
Provided beauty for mine every road;
Spread out before my wondering eyes the sea,—
Wove golden clouds wherethrough his sunsets glowed:
Provided beauty for mine every road;
Spread out before my wondering eyes the sea,—
Wove golden clouds wherethrough his sunsets glowed:
The God who made the whole wide earth so fair
That I therein for years on years might dwell;
Made the white wings of sea-birds throng the air
And purple heather-blossoms throng the fell:
That I therein for years on years might dwell;
Made the white wings of sea-birds throng the air
And purple heather-blossoms throng the fell:
The God who, having made flower, sun and star,
Made one thing fairer,—even love supreme,
And thrilled me with its light and sweetness, far
Beyond the light and sweetness of a dream.
Made one thing fairer,—even love supreme,
And thrilled me with its light and sweetness, far
Beyond the light and sweetness of a dream.
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Can I trust God in that strange realm beyond,
The which I see not, yet whereto I go,
To follow me with faithful love and fond,—
To strike new rocks, that forth new streams may flow?
The which I see not, yet whereto I go,
To follow me with faithful love and fond,—
To strike new rocks, that forth new streams may flow?
Can God, when all the skies of earth grow dark,
In new immortal heavens relight the sun?
When all the stars of life grow pale and stark
Can God's great word requicken every one?
In new immortal heavens relight the sun?
When all the stars of life grow pale and stark
Can God's great word requicken every one?
Can God provide new rivers and new streams
To cleave through heavenly plains their silver way?
Make the sweet eyes I only met in dreams
Meet mine in regions of eternal day?
To cleave through heavenly plains their silver way?
Make the sweet eyes I only met in dreams
Meet mine in regions of eternal day?
Can God, who made all earthly love so fair,
Complete in heaven the task that he began
And shape some nobler woman-angel there,
To cling more close than woman clings to man?
Complete in heaven the task that he began
And shape some nobler woman-angel there,
To cling more close than woman clings to man?
July 30, 1887.
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