Poems (Craik)/Resigning

by Dinah Maria Craik

EIGHTEEN SONNETS.

RESIGNING.

"Poor heart, what bitter words we speak
When God speaks of resigning!"

HILDREN, that lay their pretty garlands by
So piteously, yet with a humble mind;
Sailors, who, when their ship rocks in the wind,
Cast out her freight with half-averted eye,
Riches for life exchanging solemnly,
Lest they should never gain the wished-for shore;—
Thus we, Father, standing Thee before,
Do lay down at Thy feet without a sigh
Each after each our precious things and rare,
Our dear heart-jewels and our garlands fair.
Perhaps Thou knewest that the flowers would die,
And the long-voyaged hoards be found but dust:
So took'st them, while unchanged. To Thee we trust
For incorruptible treasure: Thou art just.