January THE year has lost its leaves again, The world looks old and grim; God folds His robe of glory thus, That we may see but Him. And all His stormy messengers, That come with whirlwind breath, Beat out our chaff of vanity, And leave the grains of faith. We will not feel, while summer waits Her rich delights to share, What sinners, miserably bad,-- How weak and poor we are. We read through fields of speckled flowers As if we did not know Our Father made them beautiful, Because He loves us so. We hold His splendors in our hands As if we held the dust, And deal His judgment, as if man Than God could be more just. We seek, in prayers and penances, To do the martyr's part, Remembering not, the promises Are to the pure in heart. From evil and forbidden things, Some good we think to win, And to the last analysis Experiment with sin. We seek no oil in summer time Our winter lamp to trim, But strive to bring God down to us, More than to rise to Him. And when that He is nearest, most Our weak complaints we raise, Lacking the wisdom to perceive The mystery of His ways. For, when drawn closest to Himself, Then least His love we mark; The very wings that shelter us From peril, make it dark. Sometimes He takes His hands from us, When storms the loudest blow, That we may learn how weak, alone,-- How strong in Him, we grow. Through the cross iron of our free will And fate, we plead for light, As if God gave us not enough To do our work aright. We will not see, but madly take The wrong and crooked path, And in our own hearts light the fires Of a consuming wrath. The fashion of His Providence Our way is so above, We serve Him most who take the most Of His exhaustless love. We serve Him in the good we do, The blessings we embrace, Not lighting farthing candles for The palace of His grace. He has no need of our poor aid His purpose to pursue; 'Tis for our pleasure, not for His, That we His work must do. Then blow, O wild winds, as ye list, And let the world look grim,-- God folds His robe of glory thus That we may see but Him. |
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