"Wait patiently for Him."
ROM false to true, from grief to joy, From inertness into life,I From bitterness into sweetness, In peace from out the strife.Why look behind, when straight thy path Is onward with the sun?Not in cold vapours of the past, False moon-light that is gone.
Oh! who would back in shadows grope, When the sun of God shines bright?Oh! faithless ye, who shadows chase In retrospection's night.
For love her amaranthine wreath Shall twine around thy brow,And thou the tender weight shalt feel, Heaven's flowers that bud and grow;
