FATHER! whose hard and cruel law Is part of thy compassion's plan, Thy works presumptuously we scan For what the prophets say they saw. Unbidden still, the awful slope Walling us in, we climb to gain Assurance of the shining plain That faith has certified to hope. In vain: beyond the circling hill The shadow and the cloud abide; Subdue the doubt, our spirits guide To trust the Record and be still; To trust it loyally as he Who, heedful of his high design, Ne'er raised a seeking eye to thine, But wrought thy will unconsciously, Disputing not of chance or fate, Nor questioning of cause or creed: For anything but duty's deed Too simply wise, too humbly great. The cannon syllabled his name; His shadow shifted o'er the land, Portentous, as at his command Successive cities sprang to flame! He fringed the continent with fire, The rivers ran in lines of light! Thy will be done on earth -- if right Or wrong he cared not to inquire. His was the heavy hand, and his The service of the despot blade; His the soft answer that allayed War's giant animosities. Let us have peace: our clouded eyes Fill, Father, with another light, That we may see with clearer sight Thy servant's soul in Paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER GOING TO THE FIELD by WILLIAM DAVENANT WAPENTAKE; TO ALFRED TENNYSON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE OUTLAW'S SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE AN EPITAPH UPON THE DEATH OF HIS AUNT, ELIZABETH SKRYMSHER by RICHARD BARNFIELD |