The mystery of God and man;
We women, when afflictions come,
We only suffer and are dumb.
And when, the tempest passing by,
He gleams out, sun-like, through our sky,
We look up and, through black clouds riven,
We recognize the smile of Heaven.
Ours is no wisdom of the wise.
We have no deep philosophies;
Childlike we take both kiss and rod,