Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Mysteries

In God's vast wisdom, infinite and grand--
  Too vast, too infinite, for mortal mind--
There are some things I cannot understand.
  In all His paths, in all His ways, I find
Some subtle mysteries of life and death--
  Some marvels that I cannot comprehend,
  Nor can I hope to know them till the end,
When all shall be made plain, above--beneath.

There are so many of His righteous deeds--
  There is so much that unto me is plain,
I have no time to wonder--have no needs
  To question why, and wherefore. In the main
My mortal eyes see that His works are good.
  Whatever else seems strange, and dark, and dim,
  I am content to leave in faith with Him,
And in His time it will be understood.

These labyrinths wherein many souls are lost--
  These waters, whereon some barks lose the shore,
But draw me nearer to the Heavenly Host,
  But make me love and worship God the more.
There is enough that I do see and know--
  There is enough that I can understand,
  And sometime Christ shall take me by the hand,
Explaining all that seems so strange below. 

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Black Charger
3. All the World
4. At Set of Sun
5. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)

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