When thine impatient heart has ceased to fret,
When thine impatient hands are folded still,
When thine impatient eyes no longer fill
With tears of hope deferred and vain regret;
When thou hast ceased on human aid to call,
When thou for signs no more the sky dost scan,
When thou hast ceased thy path to plot and plan,—
Then shalt thou know that God is All-in-all!
Thou art God's child and Love is close at hand,
And knowing this why wilt thou fret and fume?
Why gaze behind thee at the murk and gloom
When straight before thee spreads the smiling land?
O change thy dreary murmur into song!
O change each fear to hope—each doubt to trust!
And by this change of thought the truth shall thrust
Out of thy pathway every seeming wrong!
