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Poem
August 7, 1874
Springfield Weekly Republican
Springfield, Hampden County, Massachusetts
What is this article about?
A devotional poem by Helen Hunt reflecting on life's uncertainties and finding solace in accepting God's will over one's own, emphasizing divine providence and love guiding human paths.
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"NOT AS I WILL."
Blindfolded and alone I stand
With unknown thresholds on each hand;
The darkness deepens as I grope,
Afraid to fear, afraid to hope;
Yet this one thing I learn to know,
Each day, more surely as I go,
That doors are opened, ways are made,
Burdens are lifted or are laid
By some great Law unseen and still,
Unfathomed purposes to fulfill,
"Not as I will."
Blindfolded and alone I wait:
Loss seems too bitter, gain too late;
Too heavy burdens in the load,
And too few helpers on the road;
And joy is weak and grief is strong,
And years and days so long, so long;
Yet this one thing I learn to know,
Each day, more surely as I go,
That I am glad the good and ill
By changeless law are ordered still,
"Not as I will."
"Not as I will;" the sound grows sweet
Each time my lips the words repeat.
"Not as I will;" the darkness feels
More safe than light when this thought steals
Like whispered voice to calm and bless
All unrest and all loneliness.
"Not as I will," because the One
Who loved us first and best has gone
Before us on the road, and still
For us must all his love fulfill,
"Not as we will."—Helen Hunt
Blindfolded and alone I stand
With unknown thresholds on each hand;
The darkness deepens as I grope,
Afraid to fear, afraid to hope;
Yet this one thing I learn to know,
Each day, more surely as I go,
That doors are opened, ways are made,
Burdens are lifted or are laid
By some great Law unseen and still,
Unfathomed purposes to fulfill,
"Not as I will."
Blindfolded and alone I wait:
Loss seems too bitter, gain too late;
Too heavy burdens in the load,
And too few helpers on the road;
And joy is weak and grief is strong,
And years and days so long, so long;
Yet this one thing I learn to know,
Each day, more surely as I go,
That I am glad the good and ill
By changeless law are ordered still,
"Not as I will."
"Not as I will;" the sound grows sweet
Each time my lips the words repeat.
"Not as I will;" the darkness feels
More safe than light when this thought steals
Like whispered voice to calm and bless
All unrest and all loneliness.
"Not as I will," because the One
Who loved us first and best has gone
Before us on the road, and still
For us must all his love fulfill,
"Not as we will."—Helen Hunt
What sub-type of article is it?
Hymn
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Divine Will
Acceptance
Providence
Faith
Surrender
Helen Hunt
What entities or persons were involved?
Helen Hunt
Poem Details
Title
Not As I Will.
Author
Helen Hunt
Key Lines
Yet This One Thing I Learn To Know, Each Day, More Surely As I Go, That Doors Are Opened, Ways Are Made, Burdens Are Lifted Or Are Laid By Some Great Law Unseen And Still, Unfathomed Purposes To Fulfill, "Not As I Will."
"Not As I Will;" The Sound Grows Sweet Each Time My Lips The Words Repeat.
"Not As I Will," Because The One Who Loved Us First And Best Has Gone Before Us On The Road, And Still For Us Must All His Love Fulfill, "Not As We Will."