I Will Not Doubt
A poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain,
And troubles swarm like bees above a hive,
I will believe the heights for which I strive
Are only reached by anguish and by pain;
And though I groan and writhe beneath my crosses,
I yet shall see through my severest losses,
The greater gain.
I will not doubt, though all my prayers return unanswered
From the still, white realm above;
I will believe it is an all-wise love
Which has refused the things for which I yearn;
And though at times I cannot keep from grieving,
Yet the pure ardour of my fixed believing,
Undimmed shall burn.
I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails;
I will believe the hand which never fails,
From seeming evil worketh good for me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered;
I trust in Thee!
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