John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Poems Subjective and ReminiscentMy Trust
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I look across the years and see
Myself beside my mother’s knee.
My selfish moods, and know again
A child’s blind sense of wrong and pain.
My childhood’s needs are better known,
My mother’s chastening love I own.
A child still groping for the light
To read His works and ways aright.
That as my mother dealt with me
So with His children dealeth He.
That pain itself was wisely planned
I feel, and partly understand.
The sweet pains of self-sacrifice,
I would not have them otherwise.
Knew not the dread rebuke within,
The pang of merciful discipline?
Crowned stoic of Rome’s noblest mould!
Pleasure and pain alike I hold.
Of triumph over flesh and sense,
Yet trust the grievous providence,
By ways I cannot comprehend,
To some unguessed benignant end;
The clear-aired heights by steps of pain,
And never cross is borne in vain.