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 All hidden things revealed, All mysteries made known, The good we doubted shown, Vexed questionings at rest, I'll say, "Well, God knew best."

Me thought you went full soon, In the rapture of the noon, In the glory of the sun, Your noble work begun— In your grasp the magic wand That would raise a stricken land— A while you fain would stay; But the call brooked no delay: You sighed, and bowed your head, And they put you with the dead.

Our God is kind, and He Will blunt the shaft to me; Will stay the dripping woe Ere the chalice overflow; May let me end the race With the high sun on my face, And the hot blood bounding free, Through the beating veins of me. At most but some sad hours And He'll call me when Night lowers.

Oh, at the Trysting Gate, With radiant face you'll wait! With arms in love outspread To take a weary head, And clasp it to your breast