In Faith Serene

Oh, not with striving came the demonstration,The answered prayer, the blessing I had sought;Not by the mind's intensive concentrationHeading the marshaled regiments of thought,Through the sheer force of my determination—Not by such efforts was the healing wrought.

But after all my strength had been expended,When baffled, beaten, I had turned to rest,Content, no matter how the struggle ended,To say, " 'Tis well; my Father knoweth best"—Ah, then the very dove of peace descendedTo find a place of refuge in my breast.

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