Since 'tis God's will, Pain, take your course, Exert on me your utmost force -- I well God's truth and promise know. He never sends a woe, But His supports divine In due proportion with the affliction join. Though I am frailest of mankind, And apt to waver as the wind -- Though me no feeble bruised reed In weakness can exceed -- My soul on God relies, And I your fierce, redoubled shocks despise. Patient, resigned, and humble wills Impregnably resist all ills. My God will guide me by His light, Give me victorious might: No pang can me invade Beneath His wing's propitious shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL |