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THY WILL BE DONE, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Let the scholar and divine
Last Line: "murmur forth -- ""thy will be done."


Let the scholar and divine
Tell us how to pray aright;
Let the truths of gospel shin
With their precious hallowed light;
But the prayer a mother taught
Is to me a matchless one;
Eloquent and spirit-fraught
Are the words -- "Thy will be done."

Though not fairly understood,
Still those words at evening hour
Implied some Being, great and good,
Of mercy, majesty, and power.
Bending low an infant knee,
And gazing on the setting sun,
I thought that orb his home must be,
To whom I said -- "Thy will be done."

I have searched the sacred page,
I have heard the godly speech,
But the lore of saint or sage
Nothing holier can teach.
Pain has wrung my spirit sore,
But my soul the triumph won,
When the anguish that I bore
Only breathed -- "Thy will be done."

They have served in pressing need,
Have nerved my heart in every task,
And howsoe'er my breast may bleed,
No other balm of prayer I ask.
When my whitened lips declare
Life's last sands have almost run,
May the dying breath they bear
Murmur forth -- "Thy will be done."





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