For Christmas, I received an amazing gift from my husband. It is leather-bound collection of poems from the poetess, Adelaide Anne Proctor published in 1888. The introduction to the book was penned by none other than Charles Dickens!
The volume contained poem that I have now re-read dozens of times and shared with so many already. It is entitled “Treasures.” Although the word choice is not modern, the message is timeless: blessings are not the opposite of troubles. Virtues are not gained without sacrifice. Doubt builds faith. I hope this an encouragement to you as you collect treasures in the new year!
TREASURES
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,
Lead the fair child, Pity,
Smiling, in my arms.
So I count my treatures,
Stored in days long past —
And I thank the givers,
Whom I know at last!