REASSURANCE

MARION COOK STOW

God's thought is not our thought, His infinite care
Deviseth ways and means beyond our ken,
And all unseen by our blind selves, as when—
In spite of seeming darkness here or there—
A waiting glory showeth us how fair
His slightest promise is; how groping men
May know His tender love, or now or then,
And in this love find rest beyond compare.

Know patience then, O hungry, questioning child!
Let error spend itself—thou art secure,
The everlasting arms around thee thrown!
Truth knoweth not a lie, but, undefiled,
With consciousness as powerful as pure,
Shall lead thee gently upward to thine own!