Poems (Holley)/Comfort

by Marietta Holley

COMFORT.

  Once through an autumn wood  I roamed in tearful mood,By grief dismayed, doubting, and ill at ease;  When from a leafless oak,  Methought low murmurs broke,Complaining accents, as of words like these:

  "Incline thy mighty ear  Great Mother Earth, and hearHow I, thy child, am sorely vexed and tossed;  No one to heed my moan,  I shudder here, aloneWith my destroyers, wind and snow, and frost.

  Then low and unaware  This answer cleaved the air,This tender answer, "Doubting one be still;  Oh trust to me, and know  The wind, the frost, the snow,Are but my servants sent to do my will.

  "For the destroyer frost,  His labor is not lost, Rid thee he shall of many noisome things;  And thou shalt praise the snow  When drinking far belowRefreshment sweet from overflowing springs.

  "My child thou'rt not alone,  I love thee, hear thy moan,But winds that fret thee only causeth thee  To more securely stand,  More firmly clasp my hand,And soaring upward, closer cling to me."

  Then from my burdened heart  The shadows did depart,Then said I softly—"winds of sorrow blow  So I but closer cling  To thee, my Lord, my King,Who loves me, even me, so weak and low."