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Dinah Maria Mulock - Resigning
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"Poor heart, what bitter words we speak 
When God speaks of resigning!" 

Children, that lay their pretty garlands by 
So piteously, yet with a humble mind; 
Sailors, who, when their ship rocks in the wind, 
Cast out her freight with half-averted eye, 
Riches for life exchanging solemnly, 
Lest they should never gain the wished-for shore;— 
Thus we, O Father, standing Thee before, 
Do lay down at Thy feet without a sigh 
Each after each our precious things and rare, 
Our dear heart-jewels and our garlands fair. 
Perhaps Thou knewest that the flowers would die, 
And the long-voyaged boards be found but dust: 
So took`st them, while unchanged. To Thee we trust 
For incorruptible treasure: Thou art just.
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