When I am sick and tired it is God's will: Also God's will alone is sure and best: ''" So in my weariness I find my rest, And so in poverty I take my fill. Therefore I see my good in midst of ill. Therefore in loneliness I build my nest, And through hot noon pant toward the shady west. And hope in sickening disappointment still. So, when the times of restitution come, The sweet times of refreshing come at last, My God shall fill my longings to the brim: Therefore I wait and look and long for Him: Not wearied though the work is wearisome. Nor fainting though the time be almost past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WOOD OF FLOWERS by JAMES STEPHENS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 14. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND - FROM THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE EPIGRAM by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM FASHION; A DIALOGUE by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |