I would have gone; God bade me stay: I would have worked; God bade me rest. He broke my will from day to day; He read my yearnings unexprest, And said them nay. Now I would stay; God bids me go: Now I would rest; God bids me work. He breaks my heart tost to and fro; My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk And vex is so. I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me; Day after day I plod and moil; But, Christ my God, when will it be That I may let alone my toil And rest with Thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA-BIRDS by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN I SAW A STABLE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE DESERTED PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM by THOMAS HARDY THE MEETING OF THE WATERS by THOMAS MOORE NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR |