I GO TO THE GARDEN
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought?
Who talks of scheme and plan?
The Lord is God! He needeth not
The poor device of man.
I walk with bare, hushed feet the ground
Ye tread with boldness shod;
I dare not fix with mete and bound
The Love and Power of God.
Ye praise His Justice; even such
His pitying love I deem:
Ye seek a King; I fain would touch
The robe that hath no seam.
Ye see the curse which overbroods
A world of pain and loss;
I hear our Lord’s Beatitudes
His prayer upon the Cross.
—John G. Whittier.