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Patience.
PATIENCE .
( Translated from the German for the' Masonic Magazine . ) ' .. A TBANQum angel ' wanders Through this nether world to-day—To soothe the weary wants of earth
God has sent him on his Avay : A gentle grace is Avith him , And in his look is peace , — Oh , follow that angel of Patience Until thy life shall cease !
He leads thee ever truly Through earth's afflictions here , And ever speaketh cheerily Of a day-dawn to appear ; When thou art ready to despair , His courage is good to see : He helps thee now to bear thy cross , And makes all good for thee !
He changes to gentle sorrow The bitterest soul-smart , And steeps in still submission The poor storm-tossed heart ; He makes the darkest hours Bright again by degrees as noon ; He healeth every open wound , If not at once—yet soon .
He does not despise thy SOITOAVS When he would thee console ; He does not blame thy longings , Though he keeps them in control And when in times of soul-storm Thou murmuring asketh , why ? Mildly laughing , but all silent , He pointeth upward to the sky .
For every question always He has not an answer here ; His derice it is "Endurance , The State of Rest is near ; " So walks he ever by thy side , Perchance his Avords are rare ,
Yet he keeps pointing forwards To the Goal both great ancl fair . W
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Patience.
PATIENCE .
( Translated from the German for the' Masonic Magazine . ) ' .. A TBANQum angel ' wanders Through this nether world to-day—To soothe the weary wants of earth
God has sent him on his Avay : A gentle grace is Avith him , And in his look is peace , — Oh , follow that angel of Patience Until thy life shall cease !
He leads thee ever truly Through earth's afflictions here , And ever speaketh cheerily Of a day-dawn to appear ; When thou art ready to despair , His courage is good to see : He helps thee now to bear thy cross , And makes all good for thee !
He changes to gentle sorrow The bitterest soul-smart , And steeps in still submission The poor storm-tossed heart ; He makes the darkest hours Bright again by degrees as noon ; He healeth every open wound , If not at once—yet soon .
He does not despise thy SOITOAVS When he would thee console ; He does not blame thy longings , Though he keeps them in control And when in times of soul-storm Thou murmuring asketh , why ? Mildly laughing , but all silent , He pointeth upward to the sky .
For every question always He has not an answer here ; His derice it is "Endurance , The State of Rest is near ; " So walks he ever by thy side , Perchance his Avords are rare ,
Yet he keeps pointing forwards To the Goal both great ancl fair . W