Friday, August 5, 2011

I Will Not Doubt

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;
I will believe the Hand that never fails,
From seeming evil works to good for me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered,
"I trust in Thee."


I will not doubt, though all my prayers return
Unanswered from the still white realm above;
I will believe it is an all-wise Love
That has refused these things for which I yearn.
And though I cannot keep from grieving,
Yet the pure passion of my fixed believing,
Undimmed will burn.


I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain,
And troubles swarm like bees about a hive.
I will believe the heights for which I strive
Are only reached by anguish and by pain;
And though I groan and writhe beneath my crosses,
Yet will I see through my severest losses
The greater gain.


I will not doubt. Well anchored is this faith,
Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale;
So strong its courage that it will not fail
To face the mighty unknown sea of death.
Oh, may I cry, though body leaves the spirit,
"I do not doubt," so listening worlds may hear it,
With my last breath.


Source:
Poems of Pleasure
Copyright 1900
Gay And Bird, 22 Bedford Street, Strand, London

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