Ella Wheeler Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс)
Mysteries
In God's vast wisdom, infinite and grand-- Too vast, too infinite, for mortal mind-- There are some things I cannot understand. In all His paths, in all His ways, I find Some subtle mysteries of life and death-- Some marvels that I cannot comprehend, Nor can I hope to know them till the end, When all shall be made plain, above--beneath. There are so many of His righteous deeds-- There is so much that unto me is plain, I have no time to wonder--have no needs To question why, and wherefore. In the main My mortal eyes see that His works are good. Whatever else seems strange, and dark, and dim, I am content to leave in faith with Him, And in His time it will be understood. These labyrinths wherein many souls are lost-- These waters, whereon some barks lose the shore, But draw me nearer to the Heavenly Host, But make me love and worship God the more. There is enough that I do see and know-- There is enough that I can understand, And sometime Christ shall take me by the hand, Explaining all that seems so strange below.
1870
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