Nor can the vain toil cease,
Till, in the shadowy maze of life, we meet
One who can guide our aching, wayward feet,
To find Himself—our Way, our Life and Peace.
In Him the long unrest is soothed and stilled,
Our hearts are filled?
O power to do! O baffled will!
O prayer and action! ye are one.
Who may not strive, may yet fulfil
The harder task of standing still;
And good, but wished, with God is done.
