Peace! Be still! In this night of sorrow bow, O my heart! Contend not thou! What befalls thee is God's will— Peace! Be still! Peace! Be still! All thy murmuring words are vain— God will make the riddle plain. Wait His word and bear His will— Peace! Be still! Hold thou still! Though the good Physician's knife Seems to touch thy very life, Death alone He means to kill,— Hold thou still! Shepherd mine! From Thy fullness give me still Faith to do and bear Thy will, Till the morning light shall shine, Shepherd mine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG: 4 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS IN THE VALLEY OF THE ELWY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET: 21. TO CYRIACK SKINNER by JOHN MILTON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 50 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG GRAND IS THE SEEN by WALT WHITMAN |