Restlessness (The Disciple)

(The Saviour of the World, Vol VI Book II Poem XVIII)

Ah, Lord, we are aweary!
And yet we think on Thee,
On our beds remember Thee;
But comfort fails to come;
Rest keeps not in our home.

We wake in the night watches,
And fear and shame wake too;
Some word we spake ten years since,
A chance the day may bring;—
How shall we rise and sing!

As aspen trees whose leaves be
A thousand little fears!
As fettered Titans burdened
With the ills the world oppress,
Impotent to redress!

No rest for us remaineth?
Yea, sure there is a rest
Where toss’d souls come to anchor;
A place where we be still,
Nor stirs our restless will.

We come to One who knows us;
He lays controlling hand;
Fightings and fears cease from us,
The Rest of God we keep
As child who falls on sleep.

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