John William Inchbold

(1830-1888 / England)

Love’s Joy - Poem by John William Inchbold

To know thy will, O Love, itself is joy,
To do it an ineffable delight,
Unweariedly life's sweetness to employ
In willing acts deem'd gracious in thy sight:—
To know we live in harmony with love
Is to attain the wisdom of the pure;
With peaceful steadfast steps through life to move,
And near us all the beautiful and sure,—
To bloom as green grass through both shower and sun,
Like flowers to grow and stars to shine by night,
To hear the season's music—never done,—
To pass from storm to the supremely bright:—
Then sweetest, let me only know thy will,
And Love shall give me wisdom to fulfil.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 13, 2010

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