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Poems by Christina G. Rossetti

«·DOST THOU NOT CARE? · MARTYRS’ SONG.·»

WEARY IN WELL-DOING.

I would have gone; God bade me stay:
  I would have worked; God bade me rest.
He broke my will from day to day,
  He read my yearnings unexpressed,
    And said them nay.

Now I would stay; God bids me go:
  Now I would rest; God bids me work.
He breaks my heart tossed to and fro,
  My soul is wrung with doubts that lurk
    And vex it so.

I go, Lord, where Thou sendest me;
  Day after day I plod and moil:
But, Christ my God, when will it be
  That I may let alone my toil
    And rest with Thee?


«·DOST THOU NOT CARE? · MARTYRS’ SONG.·»