Zinzendorff and Other Poems/"Thy will be done"

by Lydia Huntley Sigourney

"THY WILL BE DONE."

When with unclouded ray
    Shines the bright Sun,
When summer streamlets play,
And all around is gay,
Then shall the spirit say,
    "Thy will be done?"

No.—When the flowers of love
    Fade, one by one,
When in its blasted grove
The shuddering heart doth rove,
Then say, and look above
    "Thy will be done."