There is no unbelief; Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod And waits to see it push away the clod, He trusts in God. Whoever says when clouds are in the sky, "Be patient, heart; light breaketh by-and-by," Trusts the Most High. Whoever sees, 'neath winter's field of snow, The silent harvest of the future grow, God's power must know. Whoever lies down on his couch to sleep, Content to lock each sense in slumber deep, Knows God will keep. Whoever says, "Tomorrow," "The Unknown," "The Future," trusts that power alone He dares disown. There is no unbelief; An day by day and night, unconsciously, The heart lies by that faith the lips deny, God knowth why. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR CULLODEN by ROBERT BURNS STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A NOCTURNAL UPON ST. LUCY'S DAY, BEING THE SHORTEST DAY by JOHN DONNE SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE THE FOUR ZOAS: THE SONG OF LOS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 107. THE SUBLIME: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SEA VOICES by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |