Sonnet to the Past
Thy presence hath been grateful — thou hast brought
Toil and privation, which have tutor'd me
To strength and fit endurance; set me free
From vainest fancies — and most kindly wrought
On the affections which had else run wild,
Untrain'd by meet denial of their thirst.
What though I held thee yesterday accurst, —
Believe me not the vain and erring child
Still to remember chastening by its pain,
More than its uses; — True, that to my home
Thou hast brought grief, and often left it gloom; —
But that I do not of thy deeds complain,
Is proof that they have done no bootless part —
Have hurt my house, perchance, but help'd my heart.
Toil and privation, which have tutor'd me
To strength and fit endurance; set me free
From vainest fancies — and most kindly wrought
On the affections which had else run wild,
Untrain'd by meet denial of their thirst.
What though I held thee yesterday accurst, —
Believe me not the vain and erring child
Still to remember chastening by its pain,
More than its uses; — True, that to my home
Thou hast brought grief, and often left it gloom; —
But that I do not of thy deeds complain,
Is proof that they have done no bootless part —
Have hurt my house, perchance, but help'd my heart.
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