LET me count my treasures, All my soul holds dear, Given me by dark spirits Whom I used to fear. Through long days of anguish, And sad nights, did Pain Forge my shield, Endurance, Bright and free from stain! Doubt, in misty caverns, 'Mid dark horrors sought, Till my peerless jewel, Faith, to me she brought. Sorrow, that I wearied Should remain so long, Wreathed my starry glory, The bright Crown of Song. Strife, that racked my spirit Without hope or rest, Left the blooming flower, Patience, on my breast. Suffering, that I dreaded, Ignorant of her charms, Laid the fair child, Pity, Smiling, in my arms. So I count my treasures, Stored in days long past, -- And I thank the givers, Whom I know at last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALLER HERRIN' by CAROLINA OLIPHANT NAIRNE SAGE COUNSEL by ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH SABBATH HYMN by SOLOMON BEN MOSES HA-LEVI ALKABEZ PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 65. AL-WAJID by EDWIN ARNOLD THE UNIVERSAL MOTHER by SABINE BARING-GOULD STANZAS ADDRESSED TO PERCY BYSSHE SHELLY by BERNARD BARTON LOLA WEARS LACE by HELEN BIRCH-BARTLETT A QUARTET ('THE MIKADO' AT CAMBRIDGE) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |