Poem by John Greenleaf Whittier

I see the wrong that round me lies,

   I feel the guilt within,

With groan and travail cries

   I hear the world confess its sin.

Within the maddening maze of things,

   And tossed by storm and flood,

To one fixed stake my spirit clings;

   I know that God is good.

I know not where His islands lift

   Their fronded palms in air;

I only know I cannot drift

   Beyond His love and care.