Author Robert Crawford God but knows what path This small stream must take, Through what gleams and glooms Which the years shall make. In what ways austere May these waters glide Ere they have their part In the timeless tide! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments