Where? When? How? - Poem by John Bowring
Where? Tell me what shall be the spot
Where I shall rest from earthly care?
You need not tell-it matters not
To senseless dust and ashes-where!
When? Shall it be my mortal fate
Longer or shorter to remain
Waiting for death or soon, or late?
How little does it matter when!
How? That is wrapt in mystery;
I ask not its solution now:
He who directs all issues,-He,
And He alone, can order-how!
But this my trust, my joy shall be,
The where, the when, the how, are His
Whose infinite benignity
Is love and light, and peace and bliss!
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