If I could trust mine own self with your fate, Shall I not rather trust it in God's hand? Without Whose Will one lily doth not stand, Nor sparrow fall at his appointed date; Who numbereth the innumerable sand, Who weighs the wind and water with a weight, To Whom the world is neither small nor great, Whose knowledge foreknew every plan we plann'd. Searching my heart for all that touches you, I find there only love and love's goodwill Helpless to help and impotent to do, Of understanding dull, of sight most dim; And therefore I commend you back to Him Whose love your love's capacity can fill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD VICARAGE, GRANTCHESTER by RUPERT BROOKE SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE DEFINITION OF LOVE by ANDREW MARVELL MONICA'S LAST PRAYER by MATTHEW ARNOLD PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NOON; FROM AN UNFINISHED POEM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |