Patience Taught By Nature

'O

RY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life ! 'And still the generations of the

Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and

Serenely live while we are keeping

With Heaven's true purpose in us, as a

Against which we may struggle !

Ocean

Unslackened the dry land,

Unweary sweep, hills watch unworn, and

Meek leaves drop year]y from the

To show, above, the unwasted stars that

In their old glory:

O thou God of old,

Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these !—But so much patience as a blade of

Grows by, contented through the heat and cold.