Classic Poem

Thou Power, that beyond the wind
Rulest, to thee I am resigned.
My child from me is snatched away;
She vanished at the peer of day.
Yet I discern with clearer brow
A high indulgence in the blow,
Light in the storm that o'er me broke,
A special kindness in the stroke,
A gentleness behind the Law,
A sweetness following on the awe.
Shall I forget that noonday hour,
When as upon some favourite flower
A deep and tingling bliss was shed,
A thrilling peace from overhead?
I had not known it since my birth,
I shall not know it more on earth.
But now I may not sin, nor err,
For fear of ever losing her.
Though reeling from Thy thunder-blow,
Though blinded with Thy lightning low,
I stagger back to dismal life,
And mix myself with mortal strife,
Thy judgment still to me is sweet;
I feel, I feel, that we shall meet.