Satisfied

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · May 5, 1910

I CAN not say, Beneath the presence of life's cares today, “I joy in these;” But I can say That I would rather walk the rugged way If him it please.

I can not feel That all is well when darkening clouds conceal The shining sun; But then I know God lives and loves—can say, since it is so, “Thy will be done.”

I do not see Why God should e'er permit some things to be, When he is love; But I can see, Though often dimmed through mystery, His hand above.

I do not look Upon the present or in nature's book, To read my fate; But I do look For promised blessings in God's Holy Book, And I can wait.

I may not try To keep the hot tears back, but hush the sigh, “It might have been;” And try to still All rising murmurs, and to God's sweet will Respond, “Amen!”

I can not speak In happy tones—the tear-drops on my cheek Show I am sad; But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek Until made glad.

— New York Tribune.