XI
How purely unexpected was the chance!
When things looked blackest, on a sudden, the sun!
Chance is another word for ignorance;
We do not know how all these things are done.
But what has happened once may happen again,
And "Hitherto the Lord hath helped us", dear!
"History repeats itself"—which makes it plain
That "Evermore the Lord will help us." Fear
And sorrow are folly; you must sleep o' nights
(Try reading me!) and I can promise you
You will awake to more divine delights
Than ever in the world you guessed or knew.
Stick to it! One fine day you'll find on waking
Me in your arms, and—oh! your body aching!
When things looked blackest, on a sudden, the sun!
Chance is another word for ignorance;
We do not know how all these things are done.
But what has happened once may happen again,
And "Hitherto the Lord hath helped us", dear!
"History repeats itself"—which makes it plain
That "Evermore the Lord will help us." Fear
And sorrow are folly; you must sleep o' nights
(Try reading me!) and I can promise you
You will awake to more divine delights
Than ever in the world you guessed or knew.
Stick to it! One fine day you'll find on waking
Me in your arms, and—oh! your body aching!
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