Waiting on Him who knows us and our need, <br />Most need have we to dare not, nor desire, <br />But as He giveth, softly to suspire <br />Against His gift, with no inglorious greed, <br />For this is joy, tho' still our joys recede; <br />And, as in octaves of a noble lyre, <br />To move our minds with His, and clearer, higher, <br />Sound forth our fate; for this is strength indeed. <br /> <br />Thanks to His love let earth and man dispense <br />In smoke of worship when the heart is stillest, <br />A praying more than prayer: "Great good have I, <br />Till it be greater good to lay it by; <br />Nor can I lose peace, power, permanence, <br />For these smile on me from the thing Thou willest!"<br /><br />Louise Imogen Guiney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summum-bonum-2/
