The good that cometh from the pain,
Like seeds beneath the wintry snow.
That wake in flowers and golden grain.
Oh LET ME SUFFER, till I find
What plants of sorrow can impart,
Some gift, some triumph of the mind,
Some flower, some fruitage of the heart.
The hour of anguish passes by;
But in the spirit there remains
The outgrowth of its agony.
The compensation of its pains;
In meekness, which suspects no wrong,
In patience, which endures control.
In faith, which makes the spirit strong,
In peace and purity of soul.
— Christ in the Soul (1872) LXXIX.
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