Thou knowest all;
I seek in
What lands to till or sow with seed -The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain.
Thou knowest all;
I sit and
With blinded eyes and hands that fail,
Till the last lifting of the
And the first opening of the gate.
Thou knowest all;
I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet
In some divine eternity.
