"The model of infinite patience"

One of Shakespeare's characters, in a moment of dissatisfaction with the way things are going, cries out impatiently, "Now is the winter of our discontent;" and we understand exactly how it is with him. When injustice and disorder are clamoring for ascendancy, when honest effort is confronted with failure, and sickness is sometimes proving intractable in spite of the best efforts of the would-be healer, at such a time winter, nature's least congenial season, provides the closest analogy to the human experience.

Another poet, James Russell Lowell, has given us the comforting assurance of God standing

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