Poems (Clark)/Life's Questions
LIFE'S QUESTIONS
Life has its questions; all the way we ask,
Wherefore and why, with slow and bated breath,
The answers often mock us, till our eyes
See clearly, touched by the kind hand of Death.
Wherefore and why, with slow and bated breath,
The answers often mock us, till our eyes
See clearly, touched by the kind hand of Death.
We long for quiet, seek for calm and peace,—
Tumults and waves of restlessness toss high,
Vague fears and spectre shadows throng the path;
Only through faith know we a helper nigh.
Tumults and waves of restlessness toss high,
Vague fears and spectre shadows throng the path;
Only through faith know we a helper nigh.
So true it is, we do not walk by sight,
O'er unseen ways, 'mid clouds and mists we tread;
Glad amid fears, if in our inmost souls
We hear the blessed words the Master said:
O'er unseen ways, 'mid clouds and mists we tread;
Glad amid fears, if in our inmost souls
We hear the blessed words the Master said:
"My peace I give you; do not be afraid,—
Be of good cheer,—thy times are in my hand."
And then content we lay our questions down,
To wait their answers in the Better Land.
Be of good cheer,—thy times are in my hand."
And then content we lay our questions down,
To wait their answers in the Better Land.