Poem July 23, 1938 Issue

Patience

MARGARET HORN

Dost thou tread a weary road,
Bearing yet a heavy load?
Angel voices whisper sweet:
Lay thy burdens at His feet.

Dost thou fret at time's delay,
Endless path, from day to day?
Every moment, know that He
Guideth, guardeth, loveth thee.

Hast thou toiled all through the night,
No appearing yet in sight?
Love doth promise much to thee,
Sure reward—eternity.

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