The same old baffling questions! O my friend, <br />I cannot answer them. In vain I send <br />My soul into the dark, where never burn <br />The lamps of science, nor the natural light <br />Of Reason's sun and stars! I cannot learn <br />Their great and solemn meanings, nor discern <br />The awful secrets of the eyes which turn <br />Evermore on us through the day and night <br />With silent challenge and a dumb demand, <br />Proffering the riddles of the dread unknown, <br />Like the calm Sphinxes, with their eyes of stone, <br />Questioning the centuries from their veils of sand! <br />I have no answer for myself or thee, <br />Save that I learned beside my mother's knee; <br />'All is of God that is, and is to be; <br />And God is good.' Let this suffice us still, <br />Resting in childlike trust upon His will <br />Who moves to His great ends unthwarted by the ill.<br /><br />John Greenleaf Whittier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trust-24/
