Where? Tell me what shall be the spot
Where I shall rest from earthly care?
You need not tell—it matters not
To senseless dust and ashes—where!
When? Shall it be my mortal fate
Longer or shorter to remain
Waiting for death or soon, or late?
How little does it matter when!
How? That is wrapt in mystery;
I ask not its solution now:
He who directs all issues,—He,
And He alone, can order—how!
But this my trust, my joy shall be,
The where, the when, the how, are His
Whose infinite benignity
Is love and light, and peace and bliss!
(John Bowring)
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