CONSTANCY

MARY I. MESECHRE.

Ofttimes the daily current of my life
Doth seem so clogged with error, that I fain
Would break a clearer channel, where the strife
And fret of endless conflict, and the pain
Of beating 'gainst the rocks that long have lain
Where now my way appears, are all unknown;
Where, free from every hindrance, I might gain
In depth and breadth, till perfect I had grown.

Then I remember how our Master said:
Thy will be done, not mine; to earth I came
That I for Truth might witness with my voice.
I, being in the way, am also led;
So let me follow on with steadfast aim,
That e'en in stony ways I may rejoice.

Love hath set bounds by which my wave is stayed,
And I must do my task midst fretting stone
All patiently, nor must I be afraid
Lest I be left forever here alone;
For though my place is narrow, 'tis my own,
And I can make it beautiful with praise
Until the time when I am fitter grown
And Love shall lead me into wider ways.

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