I LONGED for something - O so much :
So near it came, I almost touched
My heart's desire - when far away
'Twas drawn. Then seemed a voice to say :
"There, let it rest - God knoweth best."

Like children crying for the moon
I pleaded for this priceless boon ;
I wanted it within my hand -
How could I then in patience stand
And let it rest? Doth God know best ?

Then He who calmed the stormy sea
Came near to soothe and quiet me ;
And to my longing, restless will
He gently whispered, "Peace, be still."
I let it rest—God doth know best.