LIFE’S PLAN.
The plan of my life is marked out,
Is traced with most infinite skill.
Through ignorance the plan may be changed,
And of good, I may often make ill.
Not arbiter, I, of my life,
Yet I must forever beware—
For every mistake that I make
Will add to my trouble and care.
I builded the best that I knew,
And no one I’m sure could do more.
The Architect God drew the plans,
I knew not the tracings they bore.
So, blindly, I work from the plans;
In future, they all will unfold,
God means that sometime I shall know;
And will not the plans e’er withhold.