Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк)

Resigning

“Poor heart, what bitter words we speak
When God speaks of resigning!”
 
Children, that lay their pretty garlands by
So piteously, yet with a humble mind;
Sailors, who, when their ship rocks in the wind,
Cast out her freight with half-averted eye,
Riches for life exchanging solemnly,
Lest they should never gain the wished-for shore;—
Thus we, O Father, standing Thee before,
Do lay down at Thy feet without a sigh
Each after each our precious things and rare,
Our dear heart-jewels and our garlands fair.
Perhaps Thou knewest that the flowers would die,
And the long-voyaged boards be found but dust:
So took’st them, while unchanged. To Thee we trust
For incorruptible treasure: Thou art just.

1. In Swanage Bay
2. At Even-Tide
3. Leonora
4. The Cathedral Tombs
5. At the Linn-Side, Roslin

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