George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
The Love of GodHelen Hunt Jackson (18301885)
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Silent, peaceful, to and fro,
Like a mother’s sweet looks dropping
On the little face below,
Hangs the green earth, swinging, turning,
Jarless, noiseless, safe, and slow;
Falls the light of God’s face bending
Down and watching us below.
Toss, and cry, and will not rest,
Are the ones the tender mother
Holds the closest, loves the best,—
So when we are weak and wretched,
By our sins weighed down, distressed,
Then it is that God’s great patience
Holds us closest, loves us best.