Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NOT YET, by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL


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First Line: Not yet thou knowest what I do
Last Line: Hereafter thou shalt know.
Subject(s): Faith; Love; Belief; Creed


NOT yet thou knowest what I do,
O feeble child of earth,
Whose life is but to angel view
The morning of thy birth!
The smallest leaf, the simplest flower,
The wild bee's honey-cell,
Have lessons of My love and power
Too hard for thee to spell.

Thou knowest not how I uphold
The little thou dost scan;
And how much less canst thou unfold
My universal plan,
Where all thy mind can grasp of space
Is but a grain of sand; --
The time thy boldest thought can trace,
One ripple on the strand!

Not yet thou knowest what I do
In this wild, warring world,
Whose prince doth still triumphant view
Confusion's flag unfurled;
Nor how each proud and daring thought
Is subject to My will,
Each strong and secret purpose brought
My counsel to fulfill.

Not yet thou knowest how I bid
Each passing hour entwine
Its grief or joy, its hope or fear,
In one great love-design;
Nor how I lead thee through the night,
By many a various way,
Still upward to unclouded light,
And onward to the day.

Not yet thou knowest what I do
Within thine own weak breast,
To mold thee to My image true,
And fit thee for My rest.
But yield thee to My loving skill;
The veiled work of grace,
From day to day progressing still,
It is not thine to trace.

Yes, walk by faith and not by sight,
Fast clinging to My hand;
Content to feel My love and might,
Not yet to understand.
A little while thy course pursue,
Till grace to glory grow;
Then what I am, and what I do,
Hereafter thou shalt know.





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