Poems (Dorr)/Thou Knowest

by Julia Caroline Dorr

THOU KNOWEST

Thou knowest, O my Father! Why should I
 Weary high heaven with restless prayers and tears?
Thou knowest all! My heart's unuttered cry
 Hath soared beyond the stars and reached Thine ears.

Thou knowest—ah, Thou knowest! Then what need,
 O, loving God, to tell Thee o'er and o'er,
And with persistent iteration plead
 As one who crieth at some closèd door?

"Tease not!" we mothers to our children say—
 "Our wiser love will grant whate'er is best."
Shall we, Thy children, run to Thee alway,
 Begging for this and that in wild unrest?

I dare not clamor at the heavenly gate,
 Lest I should lose the high, sweet strains within
O, Love Divine! I can but stand and wait
 Till Perfect Wisdom bids me enter in!