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THE PATIENT WAYS, by            
First Line: We have not learned the patient ways to keep
Last Line: All discord in the soul of him who hears.
Subject(s): Patience


WE have not learned the patient ways to keep,
We ask the crown but chafe beneath the cross
Of its attainment. Till the dregs of dross
Be worn away, no golden things we reap;
Time loves not haste. The sordid years are deep
With hidden treasure. Oh, the sorry loss,
Weaving our webs with time's unlovely floss —
Patterns that make the Master Weaver weep!
Ah, well He knew the spirit's patient ways
And how to bide His time. Think! thirty years
Of waiting ere He entered on the days
Of ministry. Why should our future fears
Make us so restless? Patience's voice allays
All discord in the soul of him who hears.





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