I said to the man, who stood at the gate of the year
Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown'
And he replied 'Go out into the darkness
and put your hand into the hand of God.
That shall be to you better than light
So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God,
trod gladly into the night.
And He led me towards the hills
and the breaking of day in the lone East.
So heart be still:
What need our little life, our human life to know,
If God hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife
God hideth his intention.
God knows. His will Is best.
The stretch of years which wind ahead,
so dim to our imperfect vision,
Are clear to God. Our fears are premature;
In Him all time hath full provision.
Then rest; until God moves to lift the veil
From our impatient eyes,
When, as the sweeter features