<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420587" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Trust</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A picture memory brings to me<br>I look across the years and see<br>Myself beside my mother's knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I feel her gentle hand restrain<br>My selfish moods, and know again<br>A child's blind sense of wrong and pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wiser now, a man gray grown,<br>My childhood's needs are better known,<br>My mother's chastening love I own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gray grown, but in our Father's sight<br>A child still groping for the light<br>To read His works and ways aright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wait, in His good time to see<br>That as my mother dealt with me<br>So with His children dealeth He.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I bow myself beneath His hand<br>That pain itself was wisely planned<br>I feel, and partly understand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The joy that comes in sorrow's guise,<br>The sweet pains of self-sacrifice,<br>I would not have them otherwise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And what were life and death if sin<br>Knew not the dread rebuke within,<br>The pang of merciful discipline?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not with thy proud despair of old,<br>Crowned stoic of Rome's noblest mould!<br>Pleasure and pain alike I hold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I suffer with no vain pretence<br>Of triumph over flesh and sense,<br>Yet trust the grievous providence,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How dark soe'er it seems, may tend,<br>By ways I cannot comprehend,<br>To some unguessed benignant end;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That every loss and lapse may gain<br>The clear-aired heights by steps of pain,<br>And never cross is borne in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420587" data-title="My Trust de John Greenleaf Whittier" data-description="A picture memory brings to me I look across the years and see Myself beside my mother's knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain My selfish moods, and know again A child's blind sense of wrong and pain. But wiser now, a man gray grown, My childhood..."></div> </div> </div>

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