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C. M.
Not as I will.
Mark 14:36.
All as God wills! who wisely heeds
To give or to withhold,
And knoweth more of all my needs
Than all my prayers have told.
2 Enough that blessings undeserved
Have marked my erring track—
That wheresoe’er my feet have swerved,
His chastening turned me back—
3 That more and more a Providence,
Of love is understood,
Making the springs of time and sense
Sweet with eternal good—
4 That death seems but a covered way
Which opens into light,
Wherein no blinded child can stray
Beyond the Father’s sight—
5 That care and trial seem at last,
Through memory’s sunset air,
Like mountain ranges overpast,
In purple distance fair—
6 That all the jarring notes of life,
Seem blending in a psalm,
And all the angles of its strife
Slow rounding into calm.
7 And so the shadows fall apart
And so the west winds play;
And all the windows of my heart
I open to the day.
Whittier.