He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike they're needful for the flower; And joys and tears alike are sent To give the soul fit nourishment: As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father thy will, not mine, be done! Can loving children e'er reprove With murmurs whom they trust and love? Creator, I would ever be A trusting, loving child to thee: As comes to me or cloud or sun,' Father, thy will, not mine, be done! Oh, ne'er will I at life repine; Enough that thou hast made it mine; When falls the shadow cold of death, I yet will sing with parting breath: As comes to me or shade or sun, Father, thy will, not mine, be done! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST THE PRESENT CRISIS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. HOME, SWEET HOME, FR. CLARI, THE MAID OF MILAN by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE |