Dora Greenwell Poems

I am not skilled to understand
What God hath willed, what God hath planned;
I only know that at His right hand
Is One Who is my Savior!
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Thou hast fill'd me a golden cup
With a drink divine that glows,
With the bloom that is flowing up
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And art Thou come with us to dwell,
Our Prince, our Guide, our Love, our Lord?
And is Thy Name Emmanuel,
God present with His world restored?
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The pathway to my heart by few
Is sought, to few that pathway known,
So deep a thicket round it sown,
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Many a long hard-working day
Life brings us! and many an hour of play;
But they never come now together.
Playing at work, and working in play,
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Thou lovest still the poor; oh, blest
In poverty beloved to be!
Less lowly is our choice confessed,
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THE spring will come again, dear friends,
The swallow o’er the sea;
The bud will hang upon the bough,
The blossom on the tree;
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