POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXIV, Issue 2507, 20 April 1882, Page 4

POETRY.

BETTER THOUGHTS FOB QUIBT.t MOMENTS. WHEN? If I were told that I must die to-mor^.qw, That the next sun Which sinks should boar mo past ril feat and sorrow For anyone. All the fight fought, and all tb a short journey through, What should 1. tlo ? 1 do not think that I shor.ld shrink or falter. But jest go, on. Doing my work, nor ohAßge nor seek "to alter Aught t’xat is gone; Bat rise and move and lore and smile, and pray For one more day. And lying down, at night for a lent sleeping, S ay in that eat Whioh hearkens ever, “Lord, within thy keeping How should T tear ? And when, to-morrow brings Thee nearer still, Do then Thy ■will.”

1 might not sleep for awe; but peaceful, tender, My -soul would lie All "night long'; and, when the morning splendour Flashed o’er the sky, I think that I could ensile, but calmly eay, “ It is'Hfs day.” ‘But if a wondrous hand from the blue yonder Held oat a scroll On which my : life was writ, end I with wonder Beheld unroll To a long century's end h’s mystic clue, What should I do ? What -could I do, O Blessed Guide and Matter, Other than this ? Still to go on then as now, not slower, fatter. Nor fear to miss The tottdj- altfaough so very long it be. While led by Thee! Step by step, feeling thee close beside me. Although unseen ; Through thorns, through flowers, whether the tempest hide Thee, Or heavens serene— Assured Thy faithfulness cannot betray, Thy love decay. I may not know, my God, no band revealeth, Thy counsels wise: Along the path the deepening shadow etealeth, No voice replies To al my questioning thought, the time to tell, And it is well. Latino keep on, abiding and unfearing, Thy will always, Through a long century’s ripe fruition, Or a short day’s. Thou oan’st not come too soon, and I can wait. If Thou come late.