God Could draw from light and moisture, heat and cold, And fashion in earth’s mould, p. 116A multitude of blooms to deck one sod? Who but a God! Not one man knows Just why the bloom and fragrance of the rose Or how its tints were blent; Or why the white Camelia without scent Up through the same soil grows; Or how the daisy and the violet And blades of grass first on wild meadows met. Not one, not one man knows; The wisest but SUPPOSE. p. 116 This Flower Room of mine Has come to be a shrine; And I go hence Each day with larger faith and reverence. p. 117MY FAITH p. 117 My faith is rooted in no written creed; And there are those who call me heretic; Yet year on year, though I be well or sick Or opulent, or in the slough of need, If, light of foot, fair Life trips by me pleasuring, Or, by the rule of pain, old Time stands measuring The dull, drab moments—still ascends my cry: ‘God reigns on high! He doeth all things well!’ Not much I prize, or one, or any brand Of theologic lore; nor think too well Of generally accepted heaven and hell. But faith and knowledge build at Love’s command A beauteous heaven; a heaven of thought all clarified Of hate and fear and doubt; a heaven of rarefied And perfect trust; and from the heaven I cry: ‘God reigns on high! Whatever is, is best.’ p. 118My faith refuses to accept the ‘fall’! It sees man ever as a child of God, Growing in wisdom as new realms are trod, Until the Christ in him is One with All. From this full consciousness my faith is borrowing Light to illuminate Life’s darkest sorrowing, Whatever woes assail me still I cry: ‘God reigns on high! He doeth all things well.’ p. 118 My faith finds prayer the language of the heart, Which gives us converse with the host unseen; And those who linger in the vales between The Here and Yonder, in these prayers take part. My dead come near, and say: ‘Death means not perishing; Cherish us in your thoughts, for by that cherishing Shall severed links be welded by and by.’ ‘God reigns on high! Whatever is, is best.’ p. 119ARROW AND BOW p. 119 It is easy to stand in the pulpit, or in the closet to kneel, And say: ‘God do this; God do that!— Make the world better; relieve the sorrows of man; for the sake of Thy
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