[67 words]
I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death,
His mercy underlies:
And so beside the Silent Sea
I wait the muffled oar;
No harm from Him can come to me
On ocean or on shore.
I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
John Greenleaf Whittier