Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume III/Peace Wrought by Pain

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

CHAPTER XXXVIII.

MEETING.

Over that pallid face were wrought
The characters of painful thought;
But on that lip, and in that eye,
Were patience, faith, and piety.
The hope that is not of this earth,
The peace that has in pain its birth;
As if, in the tumult of this life,
Its sorrow, vanity, and strife,
Had been but as the lightning's shock,
Shedding rich ore upon the rock:
Though in the trial scorched and riven,
The gold it wins, is gold from heaven.

Blanchard’s title is:

PEACE WROUGHT BY PAIN