FRET not, poor soul: while doubt and fear Disturb thy breast, The pitying angels, who can see How vain thy wild regret must be, Say, Trust and Rest. Plan not, nor scheme, -- but calmly wait; His choice is best. While blind and erring is thy sight, His wisdom sees and judges right, So Trust and Rest. Strive not, nor struggle: thy poor might Can never wrest The meanest thing to serve thy will; All power is His alone: Be still, And Trust and Rest. Desire not: self-love is strong Within thy breast; And yet He loves thee better still, So let Him do His loving will, And Trust and Rest. What dost thou fear? His wisdom reigns Supreme confessed; His power is infinite; His love Thy deepest, fondest dreams above; So Trust and Rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CASE OF ALBERT IRVING WILLIAMSON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE TIME OF LOVE by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN VERSES ON SEEING IN AN ALBUM A SKETCH OF AN OLD GATEWAY by BERNARD BARTON THE FLYING WORDS by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP HADRIAN IN EGYPT by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE PATH by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ON THE QUEEN'S RETURN FROM THE LOW CONTRIES by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT |