Faith

FAITH

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
   Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;
   I shall believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil worketh good for me;
   And though I weep because those sails are battered,
   Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered,
                                       "I trust in thee."

I will not doubt, though all my prayers return
   Unanswered from the still, white Realm above;
   I shall believe it is an all-wise Love
Which has refused those things for which I yearn;
   And though at times I cannot keep from grieving,
   Yet the pure ardour of my fixed believing
                                       Undimmed shall burn.

I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain,
   And troubles swarm like bees about a hive;
   I shall believe the heights for which I strive
Are only reached by anguish and by pain;
   And though I groan and tremble with my crosses,
   I yet shall see, through my severest losses,
                                       The greater gain,

I will not doubt; well anchored in the faith,
   Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale,
   So strong its courage that it will not fail
To breast the mighty unknown sea of Death.
   Oh, may I cry when body parts with spirit,
   "I do not doubt," so listening worlds may hear it,
                                       With my last breath.

Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

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FAITH By Ella Wheeler Wilcox I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea Come drifting home with broken masts and sails; I shall believe the Hand which never fails, From seeming evil worketh good for me; And though I weep because those sails are battered, Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered, "I trust in thee." I will not doubt, though all my prayers return Unanswered from the still, white Realm above; I shall believe it is an all-wise Love Which has refused those things for which I yearn; And though at times I cannot keep from grieving, Yet the pure ardour of my fixed believing Undimmed shall burn. I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain, And troubles swarm like bees about a hive; I shall believe the heights for which I strive Are only reached by anguish and by pain; And though I groan and tremble with my crosses, I yet shall see, through my severest losses, The greater gain, I will not doubt; well anchored in the faith, Like some staunch ship, my soul braves every gale, So strong its courage that it will not fail To breast the mighty unknown sea of Death. Oh, may I cry when body parts with spirit, "I do not doubt," so listening worlds may hear it, With my last breath. Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.

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