If I could trust mine own self with your fate, Shall I not rather trust it in God's hand? Without Whose Will one lily doth not stand, Nor sparrow fall at his appointed date; Who numbereth the innumerable sand, Who weighs the wind and water with a weight, To Whom the world is neither small nor great, Whose knowledge foreknew every plan we plann'd. Searching my heart for all that touches you, I find there only love and love's goodwill Helpless to help and impotent to do, Of understanding dull, of sight most dim; And therefore I commend you back to Him Whose love your love's capacity can fill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOLDNESS IN LOVE by THOMAS CAREW ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT [IN WESTMINSTER] by SAMUEL WESLEY THE SORROW OF LOVE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE EUMENIDES: THE FURIES' PRAYER by AESCHYLUS COMEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SONGS OF SUMMER by MATHILDE BLIND |