 | Poems by John Howard Bryant |  |
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UNCERTAINTY.
Life's mystery I cannot solve,
Nor can I from my mind root out
The painful vestiges of doubt
That human destiny involve.
Nor can I from my mind root out
The painful vestiges of doubt
That human destiny involve.
Said one of wisest thought possessed;
“Man yields his life and where is he?”
Ah! where? I cry, but unto me.
There comes no answer to the quest.
“Man yields his life and where is he?”
Ah! where? I cry, but unto me.
There comes no answer to the quest.
I would not tread forbidden ground,
Nor seek for that I may not know,
Nor strive beyond the line to go
Where wisdom's self has fixed the bound.
Nor seek for that I may not know,
Nor strive beyond the line to go
Where wisdom's self has fixed the bound.
The shadows that obscure my way,
I fondly hope may one day lift,
When calmly through the opening rift
These eyes shall see the perfect day.
I fondly hope may one day lift,
When calmly through the opening rift
These eyes shall see the perfect day.
God cares for all; without His will
There falls no sparrow to the ground,
All souls in His great love abound,
That love will all its aims fulfill.
There falls no sparrow to the ground,
All souls in His great love abound,
That love will all its aims fulfill.
| Poems by John Howard Bryant | |