Not Forsaken

Oh, not forsaken ! God gives better things
Than thou hast asked in thy forlornest hour.
Love's promises shall be fulfilled in power.

Not death, but life ; not silence, but the strings
Of angel-harps ; no deep, cold sea, but springs
Of living water ; no dim, wearied sight,
Nor time- nor tear-mist, but the joy of light ;

Not sleep, but rest that happy service brings ;

And no forgotten name thy lot shall be
But God's remembrance. Thou canst never drift
Beyond His love. Would I could reach thee where
The shadows droop so heavily, and lift
The cold weight from thy life ! — And if I care
For one unknown, oh, how much more doth HE !