O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, <br />Whose eye this atom globe surveys, <br />To thee, my only rock, I fly, <br />Thy mercy in thy justice praise. <br /> <br />The mystic mazes of thy will, <br />The shadows of celestial light, <br />Are past the pow'r of human skill,-- <br />But what th' Eternal acts is right. <br /> <br />O teach me in the trying hour, <br />When anguish swells the dewy tear, <br />To still my sorrows, own thy pow'r, <br />Thy goodness love, thy justice fear. <br /> <br />If in this bosom aught but Thee <br />Encroaching sought a boundless sway, <br />Omniscience could the danger see, <br />And Mercy look the cause away. <br /> <br />Then why, my soul, dost thou complain? <br />Why drooping seek the dark recess? <br />Shake off the melancholy chain. <br />For God created all to bless. <br /> <br />But ah! my breast is human still; <br />The rising sigh, the falling tear, <br />My languid vitals' feeble rill, <br />The sickness of my soul declare. <br /> <br />But yet, with fortitude resigned, <br />I'll thank th' inflicter of the blow; <br />Forbid the sigh, compose my mind, <br />Nor let the gush of mis'ry flow. <br /> <br />The gloomy mantle of the night, <br />Which on my sinking spirit steals, <br />Will vanish at the morning light, <br />Which God, my East, my sun reveals.<br /><br />Thomas Chatterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-resignation/
