I hoped that with the brave and strong My portioned task might lie; To toil amid the busy throng With purpose pure and high; But God has fixed another part, And He has fixed it well; I said so with my breaking heart, When first this anguish fell. These weary hours will not be lost, These days of misery, These nights of darkness, tempest-tost-- Can I but turn to Thee; With secret labor to sustain In patience every blow, To gather fortitude from pain, And holiness from woe. If Thou shouldst bring me back to life, More humble I should be, More wise, more strengthened for the strife, More apt to lean on Thee; Should death be standing at the gate, Thus should I keep my vow, But, Lord! whatever be my fate, Oh, let me serve Thee now! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ADELAIDE CRAPSEY by CARL SANDBURG SONNET; OXFORD, 1916 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE OLD WOMAN by JOSEPH CAMPBELL HYMN: 32. THE NATIVITY OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST by CHRISTOPHER SMART |