Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Poems. I. What, many times I musing askedRichard Chenevix Trench (18071886)
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If grief and care
Keep far from him? he knows not what he can,
What cannot bear.
The main part dross:
To lack the loving discipline of pain
Were endless loss.
I were content
The grief, whereby I must be purified,
To me were sent,
Each withering bliss,
Before my soul, I cried, “Oh! spare me here,
Oh no, not this!”—
The surgeon’s knife,
Would hardly bear that it should graze the skin,
Though for his life.
Both what we need,
And what can bear, did take my case in hand,
Nor crying heed.