Pain's furnace heat within me quivers, God's breath upon the flame doth blow, And all my heart in anquish shivers, And trembles at the fiery glow: And yet I whisper, As God will! And in the hottest fire hold still. He comes and lays my heart, all heated, On the hard anvil, minded so Into his own fair shape to beat it With his great hammer, blow on blow: And yet I whisper, As God will! And at his heaviest blows hold still. He takes my softened heart and beats it, -- The sparks fly off at every blow; He turns it o'er and o'er, and heats it, And lets it cool, and makes it glow: And yet I whisper, As God will! And, in his mighty hand, hold still. Why should I murmur? for the sorrow Thus only longer-lived would be; Its end may come, and will, to-morrow, When God has done his work in me; So I say, trusting, As God will! And, trusting to the end, hold still. He kindles for my profit purely Affliction's glowing fiery brand, And all his heaviest blows are surely Inflicted by a Master-hand: So I say, praying, As God will! And hope in him, and suffer still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST DREAM-PEDLARY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE SLAVE'S DREAM by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SECRETARY; WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, 1696 by MATTHEW PRIOR AT LAST by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 3. TO A FRIEND UNSUCCESSFUL IN LOVE by MARK AKENSIDE THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 2, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |