Tuesday, August 6, 2013

August 17

WHEN all the overwork of life
   Is finished once, and fallen asleep
We shrink no more beneath the knife,
   But having sown prepare to reap,
Delivered from the crossway rough,
   Delivered from the thorny scourge,
   Delivered from the tossing surge,
Then shall we find--(please God!)--it is enough?

Not in this world of hope deferred,
   This world of perishable stuff;
Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
   Nor heart conceived that full "enough:"
Here moans the separating sea,
   Here harvests fail, here breaks the heart;
   There God shall join and no man part,
All one in Christ, so one--(please God!)--with me.


  1. Please God; but CGR could have enjoyed a little more in the present.

  2. Yes, though she does have many poems that deal with present joys (maybe especially her poems for children), she frequently chaffs under disappointments and losses--of which she had many.