GOD doth not bid thee wait, To disappoint at last; A golden promise, fair and great, In precept-mold is cast. Soon shall the morning gild The dark horizon-rim, Thy heart's desire shall be fulfilled. "Wait patiently for Him." The weary waiting times Are but the muffled peals, Low preluding celestial chimes, That hail His chariot-wheels. Trust Him to tune thy voice To blend with seraphim; His "Wait" shall issue in "Rejoice!" "Wait patiently for Him." He doth not bid thee wait, Like drift-wood on the wave, For fickle chance or fixed fate To ruin or to save. Thine eyes shall surely see -- No distant hope or dim -- The Lord thy God arise for thee: "Wait patiently for Him." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHER AND SISTER by MARY ANN EVANS SONNET: DEATH-WARNINGS by FRANCISCO GOMEZ DE QUEVEDO Y VILLEGAS ANIMALS, AND THEIR COUNTRIES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SHRODON FEAR: THE REST O'T by WILLIAM BARNES FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MOURNER'S CONSOLED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES EPITAPH ON GOODMAN HURST OF THE GEORGE AT HORSHAM by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |